"Wait on Me in silence;
I will come to you in spring,"
the whisper echo resonates
on the breeze's wing.
Open me soundly;
pass me not by.
I cannot resist You.
I won't even try.
Dark and lovely
and slightly afraid,
cut off the dead shell
with Your tongue as a blade.
Hope has been planted
You're coming, I see.
Yes; come have Your portion.
Come have all of me.
3 comments:
i feel a quick comment would fall short of how i really feel, but since feedback is always nice...i really really love this. it brought tears.
WOW. Wow. It sounds like music. Wow.
Mmmm... What meaningful loveliness put into words.
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