I sit
upon the bank of the mountain stream, watching the water slip swift and fast.
I am waiting for you.
The
stream bubbles and tumbles over boulders and rocks of various sizes, having
been worn by many seasons past. I am waiting for you.
Time
slowly slips away, as I await your appearance at that special time of day; the
time set aside for only us to be together. I am waiting for you.
The
afternoon slips quietly into evening and the stars begin to twinkle on, one by
one, like someone slowly lighting tiny candles in the sky. I am waiting for you.
Deeper
grows the night, the water slips gently and quietly by. I listen as the night
comes alive. I am waiting for you.
As the
darkness deeper grows and the sweet continuing waters flow, I’ll go on,
waiting for you.
Even
if you never show.
This is another beautiful and bittersweet write by you my friend. She will show.
ReplyDeleteCame to see if you have a new one up. I enjoyed reading this one again... I love how you mix nature and feelings.
ReplyDeleteSo moving........keep waiting 'Rusty Bucket' the lady of your dreams will show up one day......if this was a personal writing.....if not keep writing and dreaming!!!!
ReplyDeleteShe is come...
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