I am waiting to create
something that I desire
in every passing moment,
that holds the calm
after the storm has passed,
once the darkness of the midnight sky settles
in its cozy rocking chair
reading wartime stories to the yawning sun,
who worked over time, burning humanity
with its desire for more
and more and more
and more.
I am waiting to create
a dew drop from the breath
that life took away,
left me, hopeless,
and less and less
and less.
Listen my love,
when I finish this dew drop,
incarcerate me
in it, take me
into you
with your last breath..
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