In the stillness of the night
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1 min readAug 7, 2018
I’m waiting for a breeze
that will carry me to you.
The leaves don’t stir
and the birds no longer fly
My soul yearns for one thing
but I tell myself lies.
In the stillness of the night
with my hands stained with fresh ink
I check for the moon for messages
to tell me what you might think.
Stuck on this island
surrounded by dark blue
I’m waiting for a breeze
that will carry me to you.