Ryn
My hand feels beats from where it rests,
Though my heart is miles from my chest;
For fleeting love goes long unseen
In endless moments of uncertainty.
Will this next blink be the last?
Love's eyes lost behind closed lash?
And if lids lift and love remains,
How long until the next refrain?
And yet, I know I must trust love
The same way that I trust the sun,
As I lie at each day's end,
To wake the world and rise again.
So I save my faith for you
To come to me with morning's dew.
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