Waiting
In the dusky light she waits,
for what will come she contemplates.
The promise, bright as evening’s star
the voices calling from afar.
The world, too heavy,
holds her back,
the heartless days
bleed into black.
Tonight
they might
return,
the yearn
die…
fly
away home.
Cheryl KP
copyright
2015
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