Saturday, March 07, 2009

Winter's end

Alone, I sit
frozen and cold, I sit
here, in darkness,
here, buried
in stone, here I sit.
I wait.
I wait, for barest brush
for weakest whisper
for the tiniest touch
from you.
For you, I wait.
For you, I am here.
For you, brightest sun,
I wait,
For you, warmth and life
and light
to come.
I sit here, waiting
to awaken
at your word
at your light
so I may be
be Who I
and not
who i am
right now.
For right now,
i am

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