Longer are becoming
my days without hearing
your voice
Even longer does the
moon shine
Though seeing you
would mean the end is near
Your image entices my soul
within belief
I pray to you
as if…
Dare I wonder
if you make me better
Only my mind can answer that
fully
As the wind blows
and the leaves move
it’s there you are
If you are change
may the spectrum turn
Saved are the little ones
I am supposed to reign over
Dare I wonder
if you make me better
when better serves
as a verb and not an adjective
Then comes the rain
to its anew
But I take some shelter
because I should
as if beckoning me
to then bow down
Dare I wonder
to find your face
to wash me clean
and make me whole
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