Wait

Waiting for,
that wonderful,
one.
Longest time,
longing along.
Killing minutes,
slaughter hours.
Kissing air for,
her to catch,
so far away.
Bring to me,
that long time,
wonder!
Why is my sweet,
not in,
my grasp?
Find my one,
to touch the,
skies,
heaven's embrace.
Can't be without,
the gone one.
Count me down,
to hold my,
way.
Touch the hair,
of my godly,
delight.
Greatly over,
our held and,
only light.
Months and weeks,
dragging on,
to my painful dark.
Gone is this,
my touch.
Soon,
my love,
in my arms,
you will be.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:35

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