Saturday
You are roaming, sailing on “our lake,”
While I, while I, dream twilight dreams,
Knowing your roaming is solitaire and alone;
I hide my soul from you, as I wait,
I wait to hear your dreams and hope
You find my bonfire on the shore.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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