The Longing Await
The Longing Await
Across the expanse, just beyond the great beyond,
the longing awaits the long awaiting of old.
It is here, and only here, that death cannot abscond
that which was and which can no longer unfold.
Watching and waiting on wings that still lightly quiver.
Where death, devoid of hands, can no longer pull a trigger.
© Mirroring Hearts 09/27/19
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Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2019
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