I Await
Wide awake in the pitch of night
is when they come
drifting in and out dreams
dancing between real and fantasy
declaration sits within the heart
and is always felt
each time different but the same
the longing oft remains
and roams
the thrums, the whirrs
easing me off to you
caressing those night time blues
staring then stirring
how can I await
as time passes by slowly
but surely
you wait too
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