I stumble at anticipations door
Where the passionate sun illuminates light
The darkest cloud fell to the earth hindering my travel
The misty moon afar fogs my human eye
But lo, the vision door is closed like dead of night
Latched in place no longer waiting my hand
Wishes dances under the midnight sky
Waves splash through my soul,
dreams are still fresh in babbling heart
Where might I find such kindred spirit?
Who speaks this language as I?
For his wings flap not with me to sing
I was too late,
on he went to sing another’s song..
Proverbs 3: 23...
©Cat Hodgson
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