A Rose Waits

in my mind's
mountainous terrain
there is a path
in the dunes
of a desert,

long after the
night has faded,
there I wait for the
sound of your feet,

no change of
season can disturb
my heart, solidified
into timeless intellect

that awakes
hopeful emotions
to abandon
all logical thinking,

maybe today you'll come,
I think into the company
of a silence that
needs no explanation,

and crucial battles
all being won,
the sun refuses to dim
on that path
where a rose waits.

From the collection: "The Story of Living Things" >>

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