Wait for me,
wait--
where the river runs
softly south.
Night will come,
night--
let her let her silver
stars come out.
Stay, my love,
stay--
though the hour goes
two, then four;
Then come, my love,
come--
and you'll never have to wait
anymore.
_______
Sigh. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletei think that's lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
Eternal.
Stolen / channeled
Sappho perhaps?
Wishing You a happy week,
with Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^=
> < } } ( ° >
The whole night is singing this as her song now. To repeat myself, no one writes love poems like you do, Shay.
ReplyDeleteThe silver stars and the south bound river... Sounds worth waiting for .
ReplyDeleteyou're a beautiful romantic, you are.
ReplyDeleteTo stop after the river, would've been poem enough. I was on my way.
ReplyDeleteReminded me of the alexi murdoch song~wait
Played wonderfully in my head to your words.
Rick
A little spot to rest this morning. Thanks for it.
ReplyDeletesuch a gentle lovely feeling ...
ReplyDeleteThis is filled with wistful appeal - so tender and loving.
ReplyDeleteGently, sweetly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou've saved my soul many times, yanno?
ReplyDeleteI've missed your lovely prose.
This is a beautiful piece :-)
Something about this verse really catches my eye and ear:
ReplyDeleteWait for me,
wait--
where the river runs
softly south
Lovely!
Pat
Critter Alley
This is like a song.
ReplyDelete{{{sigh}}}
ReplyDelete♥