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| Waiting |
| I wait for you, for a word from you The days are long and slow The minutes mock like a broken clock and fill my soul with woe Yet I face this tiresome pace for it's worth the wait to see How time does melt the moment I've held an envelope sent from thee Moments fleet as I unfold the sheet and absorb the words with a look My eyes drink the images of ink I devour in a blink what you wrote I reach the end then read it again More slowly this time to savor The second hand slows Part of me knows it will stay frozen forever For longer still I must wait until I can finally look in your eyes The stagnant pool of time is cruel It's in no rush to oblige |
| (c) 2005 Sheila W |