a space inside 2002 and 2005, it is a haiku made from a time of gone young heartedness (maybe)

the call of living soft as the instep of a child
still i listen, far beneath deep
to the silent screams of the winds of my heart's shores
she cries…..cries to the gods of love, the love of my life, the love of you.

(the innocence of that time today makes me chuckle derisively)