I wait for you and you never come,
remaining forever fraught, undone
as to what will happen with morning sun.
Waiting for the dawn was not something
I have ever intended to do.
I long for your touch upon my skin
the feel of warm rays rising in the sky.
False dawn appears, and I fear
the sun's rise will never greet me.
I wait for you and you never come.

02/19/1974

Author's Note: ... an old one...

Posted on 09/11/2013
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