evening falls
carrying upon it the barest chill & trace bird song
oh fleeting dusk!
removes us from the coarse narrow existence of our day
allow us to
breathe
breathe
as the chill settles about the green-growing-things
and the scarlet bruising of my knowing heart
wait for me ...
just beyond that curious twisted tree
as i am meant to hold that hand
& tender your worries
slow your pace
&
wait
for me
as i discovered the strength & ability to wait for you
