Friday, February 09, 2007

The Wait

There is a light,
a little flicker in the dark,
a shine of magic upon the stars.

Some days there's nothing to say
no puff of air,
no voice chorused with angels.

Sit still, a little bit of red sparks within the clouds.

If it wasn't for the long wait
magic would never shine,
never dictate the warm, soothing sun
just beyond the eyes.

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