I am the one who waits.
You are the One who calls.
I wait for the sound
of morning's soft unfolding,
for its gentle steps
on a path it knows by heart.
I wait for the moment
the sun will rise,
illuminating my way.
Joy will fill my being,
yet always, always,
you will come.
I wait for the light to shift,
for shadows to dissolve,
for your voice to echo,
your smile to appear,
for the moment
when all becomes clear.
I am the one who waits,
and in this waiting, you call me.
I am already with you;
you are already with me.
MyKoul
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