Until He Awakens

There are chords missing
as the sun decides to sleep
and I lie here waiting for a song.

These gentle breezes sway
those willows that we weep to

in trembling moments

when breaths
mimic shadowy thoughts of you.

Oh, these dreams,

these dreams move like mist
through puffy eyed hum of faith;

ribboned glimpse of sky
peeks through fingers,
embracing flowered remembrances;

each petal counting you home.

~

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