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How Long the night Suspends my Waiting;
How dark the jet of midnight falls,
Shadows Begetting Shadows,
As my Heart Waits to Hear Your Call.
Morning Dries the tears of Crying;
Barren Kiss of Desert Wind may blow,
But Oh How Long the Night Suspends
This Yearning, Unspoken, that Blooming shows.
Darkness Kiss this Fainting Brow;
Moonlight Whisper, Sweet River of Sighs;
While I Wait, Untouched, Untended,
As Time confuses and mercilessly flies.
How Long the Night Lingers in Solitary Hours;
How Sorrowful I Wait with Bated Breath;
How Bleak is this Emptiness, Alone;
How All Consuming
Like death.
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~Morgan~
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Wow! Dark and darker. Loved it.
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😉 Thanks! I dont often ‘go there’, but glad it’s decent when I do 😉
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Better than decent.
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*Blush* 🙂
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It takes me to the night suspended in animation
i love the line
“Barren Kiss of Desert Wind may blow”
the wait and quiet will consume us all.
well penned .
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Thanks EVER So Much 🙂 Truly appreciate it!
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Lovely, but so sad! Unusual for you! 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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