I waited all day for a message from you,
with the sun peeling back its shadows,
while the clock murmurs in its flight,
my heart yearning for words,
sheltered in the echo of silence.
The hours are lengthening, scissors of time,
and I, with hope as a lighted beacon,
I look for you in the breeze, in the song of the wind,
but the universe keeps its secret,
and desire, sometimes, is a defeated coat.
there are things that escape, volatile as smoke,
and in the lightness of being, I will find my truth.
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