Mary Johnson

Waiting For The Sound

I wait for the sound that tells me to breathe
As promises of possibilities surround me
From another’s world you fade as you try to heal
Into mine you appear and all thoughts are gone
Drowning in aroused tranquility fills my mind
Escaping with your smile and a touch of your hand

I tell myself when morning comes I’ll do what is right
Wanting to grow in your arms one more time

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