I know he waits for me
day night
summer winter or fall
never dithers to come
running at
my call
for he loves
me.
I know...
I see him
everyday
as a shadow
of handsome features
however
never becomes substance,
his soft
voice yes - no is inaudible
but he
speaks volumes of love.
I know...
Time sweeps
me like dirt
the inner urges
wish to run and fly
on wings tearing darkness
to fill the
void all alone,
yes all
alone.
I know...
What if the
shadow lingers
like a patch
of night after dawn
but I bow in
love's reverence
to make my
growing years
shine in
divine beauty
although in
solitary bliss yet
we are one
in nothing and everything.
I know...
Sabita Sabita
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