Monday, April 10, 2017

Tremble




Tremble...
             for not is the night you will find me here,
                                nor at your side,
                                                    nor in the moment of your rested breath.

The days grow long,
                   too long to count, though each was yours.

         
                                 My spirit asleep now only the dream of righteous love left...
                   restlessly waiting for your gentle heart to awaken...
                                 forever the truth...
                                                   Love is at hand.                                                                            


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