I shall wait
beyond the silent
empty places
I am found –
for the resurrected moment
you return
as daybreak
thru my windows –
a voice within the dark
tis there
this dreamer dreams
we are one
I shall wait
the revelation –
as starlings taking flight
a touch without salvation
to defend
I will linger
as a promise
of some other come for me
a poet without cause
or destiny
I shall wait
the morning after
wherever hope is stored
trusting light
to find the light
in love
we knew
before
. . .
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Beautiful poem
Faith is the knowledge of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
truth which cannot be proved (and requires it not)
Yes, it just is!
❤