Still, I wait
The moon meanders,
consuming the seconds,
minutes, hours
until it fades in the dawn.
Still, I wait.
The clouds dance their misty
ballet in the sky playing
hide and seek with the stars.
Still, I wait
The morning mist dances
on a stage of pastel hues,
swirling and repainting a landscape
that passes before my unseeing eyes.
Still, I wait
I wait for my heart to fill
with the winds of passion
and take me to undiscovered
places…
I wait for the forgiveness
found in love.
I wait
Copyright © Ken Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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