Waiting for You

The essence of my soul wanes in anticipation.

I am enchanted by the wake of slumber’s grace and the slowness of the

riverbed.

The lighthouse flickers in erratic speech, prickling anti-tendrils

through the fog

And I lay with meekly outstretched heart

within its depths.

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