Waiting
As I walk through the forest
I notice the leaves dancing
Like tiny ballerinas
I hear their song
As if played by an invisible violin bow
Music made by the very air we breathe
The sound calls to something
Born inside me before I existed
Wild, untamed, unknowable
The trees sing of a world I should remember
Of a love that waits in silence
That makes its own sound
Like blood rushing through your veins
Time repenting memories
Tiny pebbles of thought
Run like marbles through my mind
At night on knees, carpet bare
I pray for a dream to bring an answer
Sunrise rains through my window
Painting shadows across my wall
I know I am still waiting…
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