Sunday, 16 June 2013

Waiting

Look at the
Long grass
As it bends before the wind;
Bowing faithfully.

And listen to the brook
As it babbles
Through the spruce and pine,

Those hazy butterflies
Dressed in delicate
Flying jackets -
 - Watch as they
Swoon fleetingly
Around the flowers.

I wait beneath the bows
Of a chestnut tree
Where songbirds
Whistle like window cleaners -

- Longing for you
Until the moon rises,
Before skipping away
With my thoughts of tomorrow -

- Chasing me,
The wind shrouds me
In darkness.

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