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Lying in wait to be found

moving in circles, round and round

asking for wait and waiting too

Oh, I’ve not forgotten what I was to you…

Lovers in meaning and surrogates for fate

blending in healing for welter aftertaste

Quiz me now of a broken bridge

bonds that bend, 

and of the twists in the fate

And I’ll sing you a soothing rhyme

Nothing beyond the story I’ve timed 

and the reality

that today is so blue....

Twisting and turning and longing for churning

A hope put out off late…

a long forgotten wait...

Oh, but I could be the same to you

I could tear the sky and paint your face

And let it hang there for it to dry

Mortal and pure, neither after nor before

I could wait for signs from up above

and ask for a favorable end...

Wondering into, a dream castle anew

and wet sands clustering my view

One who can endure

could come and be me for sure

But I…

Oh, but I could dig a hole

an incomplete aberration of pure

and lie their while the sand wades

through the helter-skelter sun

Waiting to rob me of my sky

I could come if you close your eyes

Wish in me to keep you alive

And that way I’ll be through

Living and dying, vying for you…