-~- She who yearns -~-
'Thank you.'
Simple,
Yet grateful,
The soft comfort,
Of my bed,
Did nothing,
To engulf me,
In a hazy dream,
I lie awake,
And wait,
As dawn,
Sweeps the sky,
Of its dark dust,
I stand up,
And watch it work,
Through my window,
Smiling at its magnificence,
And graceful flow,
Which greets me daily,
'Good morning…'
I say,
'Child…It has begun,'
What has?
'Destiny, my child…destiny.'
For once,
My words failed me,
And I can only hear,
The echoes,
The dawn has left,
In its wake,
Destiny.
I close my eyes,
And feel within,
His warm depth,
Calming,
Serene,
And so still,
Help,
I pleaded,
'No, my love...'
Why?
My voice floated,
'Dawn, has spoken,'
'Destiny has begun,'
'But time will pass,'
'When it is right.'
Yes, I believe so.
The time will come,
Soon.
'Thank you.'
'My love…'
I open my eyes,
And sang a lover's cry.
'Wait for me…'