Into the Blue…

I Wait

I wait for you
throughout the day
in silent driving
and in conversation.
Your presence
bleeds though
like burgundy thread
on Sunday whites
staining my seams red.
Under a branched sky
you are sun’s rays
that touch and yet
never touches.
In stillness
I strain to hear
but only leaves murmur
in evening breezes.
And when night cowls
forest green to ash
and moonlight silvers trees
– in darkness I stand
at the open window
and wait.

May 23 2006

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