Is she crying?
A silken river of sorrow for humanity?
Warm rains from yesterday’s memory?
A trail of tears to lead me home?
Is she laughing?
A magic moment slipping from her soul?
Faeries dancing within her golden heart?
Butterflies gently kissing her neck?
Is she sleeping?
Falling into dreams of what could be?
Slipping into the in-between?
Perhaps a journey to join hands?
I pray I am there when she raises her head,
To seal the moment with a kiss
and a dancing of her fingers and mine
as they seek to find a melding into one.
© Dec 19, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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