LOVE NOTES' . . . AND THE FOG COMES

SOMEONE JUST SENT YOU A LOVE NOTES'

Reading. . .

My Darling Love Lord:

Sweetest sounds of my breath

calls you to my beckoning.

I speak your name and the earth trembles,

the mountains spew ashes,

the bridges falls,

the waters rage,

and the winds howl

....And the fog comes...

For such a name is Holy,

and moves the Spirit of Love.

I shall write again,

my books

fill with pages.
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRYLOVENOTES'Feb2014