I walked away from the sagging moon
I never looked back
My gaze draped across the end of the day
I have seen the moons
Glare hide so much truth
In plane sight
Do you still love me
Have I been worth the wait
Love is so scorned
I am
I am with you
I am the sleeping bird
Curled in your lap
My wings are soaked
In the beauty of fire
Burning
I am your love
In the weakest part
of things to come
I hope to witness
The leaves turn
Will I stand in the snow flakes
I am drenched in the spring rains
The long days of summer
Shall keep me
Warm from the cold realities
Of patiently waiting
I see the reflection of
Past seasons pressing against
The passions of love lives
These trees bares no fruit
Barren of any reason
Only rooted in cold hearts
My hair burnt yellow/Orange from the fire dancers slow embrace
Smothering
I hope I am worth the wait
I know without me
It is so
It always has been
1/11/11/jrg
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
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