Entry: when evening calls Wednesday, November 19, 2003

When evening calls,
I call to the evening~~~
~~~in the heart.

My heart is soft and warm,
ready for the touch of love.
I own the arms of time
reaching into the horizons
for the heart that matches mine.

I hear the whisper, the hum
of angel's wings stirring
the sweet, summer-set
of yesterdays, of tomorrows.
There is a white-misted fog
of shining love that follows me.
I hear it calling:
~~~in the evening
And so, I wait with hope
with a fullness
~~~of faith

Until the evening calls,
~~~and my heart calls back


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