In the stillness of the night

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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.