Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Wait

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.
_______

15 comments:

  1. Lovely.
    Perfect.
    Eternal.
    Stolen / channeled
    Sappho perhaps?



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  2. The whole night is singing this as her song now. To repeat myself, no one writes love poems like you do, Shay.

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  3. The silver stars and the south bound river... Sounds worth waiting for .

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  4. you're a beautiful romantic, you are.

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  5. To stop after the river, would've been poem enough. I was on my way.
    Reminded me of the alexi murdoch song~wait
    Played wonderfully in my head to your words.
    Rick

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  6. A little spot to rest this morning. Thanks for it.

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  7. such a gentle lovely feeling ...

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  8. This is filled with wistful appeal - so tender and loving.

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  9. You've saved my soul many times, yanno?
    I've missed your lovely prose.



    This is a beautiful piece :-)

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  10. Something about this verse really catches my eye and ear:

    Wait for me,
    wait--
    where the river runs
    softly south

    Lovely!

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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