WAITING

No, I sleep not,
My soul survives only
With your nearness;
I await your spirit.

Let me drink in beauty
Your presence creates.
It is not too late
For our resurrection.

Waiting--now I hear
The sounds you bring
To cover me in ectasy--
If only in my dreams.
Yes, Peace, you are here!

May others share the dreams
So the Waiting will become
The Reality~~~~~~~~

Written 10-16-09 Copyright©2009
Marie L Sellers