Waiting
This morning when the sun began
With no joy to see
Only the shaking of the tree
I began to time the coming of your words
The glee of error redeemed
And love restored again in right self esteem.
Expectant ... the bloom of day
In the fusing of our flesh
Like light and morning glory
And the mountain was far away, and its ice
Summit dripped drop by drop
With seconds that does not suffice
To count the lengthening brevity of day.
The wind came and suddenly stop
There was no footsteps after it
Only its silence like a torn blanket around my heart
The sun slivers away so the moon will come
All that is left of the ice today
I am such a little drop jn a swollen bulge of sky
Such a clamor of the heart for things melting
I have no more expectation of the sun
And the moon is such a little drip of hope
Cold and shivering ... the last dew hangs
Waiting .... waiting
Precariously like a heart in love
And to think this moment
My life depends on this
How hard will the wind blow
I hang for dear life at the tip
Of a leaf shivering under the moon
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