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:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sigh. Beautiful.

TexWisGirl said...

i think that's lovely.

Cloudia said...

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



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hedgewitch said...

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

Margaret said...

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

Shadow said...

you're a beautiful romantic, you are.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

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

Hannah Stephenson said...

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

Daryl said...

such a gentle lovely feeling ...

Kerry O'Connor said...

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

Mama Zen said...

Gently, sweetly beautiful.

mac said...

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



This is a beautiful piece :-)

K9friend said...

Something about this verse really catches my eye and ear:

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

Lovely!

Pat
Critter Alley

Stacey said...

This is like a song.

myheartslovesongs.com said...

{{{sigh}}}