I am the man,
who cilmbs
the mountain-
and from its summit,
calls your name
each morning,
and waits here
for your reply,
stoic and in
one's own
heart;
Knows his truths,
beyond the feilds that-
seperates the
souls of dreams...
Lost not in fantasies,
or other myths-
pained only in time,
I am not allowed
to voice,
pains me deep-
and in repose,
does see
a miracle appear,
as silient words
arrive
to touch my mind
again,
and know I am alive
this day,
to desend and to reply-
in truth,
for,
I have missed you...
OH!
This long weekend.

Building ever more the mystery Manome....I want to know more and know I
will with each reading of your words.