Sunday, March 22, 2009


In observation of your repose
At this late hour of morn
Long after the sun has risen
Your dejection of my presence
Appears to be forlorn
My refusal to leave your side
I do not understand
You do not stir as winds blow
In spite of my remand
Let us soar together
As we have always done
Touching clouds that wait for us
Under the glistening sun

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