Spent 43 straight hours
at airports on flights
traveling by day and night
thinking of a friend.
I’ll meet at journey’s end,
be in Istanbul by 2pm. Amen.
Like dew at break of dawn
my heart grows steadily warm
as I strive to slip free,
of this weariness I’ve borne.
All this and more worthwhile
when greeted by the radiance
of your smile.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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