The Waiting Light
In tight lines,
All dressed down.
Ever her
And gently bound.
Through the rain,
To the mouth of the sun,
Caught in the moment,
You are still the one.
Stronger than we
When the essence breathes
Shipping your soul
To the beauty or beast.
Stranger than love
For love decides
One soft morning
On the other side.
Copyright © Ross Blair | Year Posted 2017
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