I sleep
To block out
The dark
I fear
But you
Gently wake me
Take my hand
Lead me
Down
Into the cool
It is the magic moment
Just before dawn
When the sky
Is no longer black
But not yet light
Holding
Just a promise
Of the day
To come
We stand
Watching the horizon
Waiting
For the splash of colour
The spark of hope
With you
I can wait
In the dark
Awake
Without fear
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Beautiful, my friend. Waiting is hard, but precious.
Thanks, M! I like the word you describe waiting as – precious. I wouldn’t have thought of that word straight away myself but it says something important to my heart. <3 Rachael