It seems the day does come too soon
we stand with bated breath attune
This masterpiece, one lonely sky
In moments of a long goodbye
where clouds of rust and clouds of white
Are distant journeys from the night
Into a day not meant to share
So far apart and yet so near
our paths may cross but never meet
this journey quite so bitter sweet
from whispers that we seem to cast
on flame of hope to burn long last
from blazing set to glory rise
one sparkle deep inside our eyes
across the vastness reaching out
in silence where our secrets shout
longing for what shall not be
awaiting what will set us free
from patience that bestows delight
a day as dark as darkest night
embracing in one true eclipse
A kiss to grace these longing lips.
Deo Volente
April 3, 2009
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