Thursday, July 28, 2016


I wait for your words like anticipation of the morning sun,

The space in between is dark and quiet like the night sky,

But there are stars,

Little twinkling things that lend hope and promise,

If only I could bathe in the glory of that light once again,

To revel in its warmth until my heart forgets the pain of sleepless nights and frozen winters,

Is this love or a token of isolation's desire,

Can I be so taken by the feeling of a person that I would keep such a devoted vigil,

To wait breathlessly for a sign of intention, a spark of connection,

These are the thoughts that dwell in the hours before dawn,

Scribbled on pages,

Whispered in prayer,

A lament,

A dream,

A thought just for you...

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