Sunday, January 29, 2017

Ceasefire

As you cover your shine,
Hiding behind the mist,
Your love and warmth divine,
Although it's those I missed,
Your tones now faraway,
No longer make me sway

I, too, shall pause living
Just like a worker ox
Rests in the shade, waiting,
Like a calm, watchful fox,
For I've faced the strong waves
Of your sea as it waves.

In calm before a storm,
A chance to be reborn
From a soul that is worn.

To quench my own thirsting,
Though I smell the coming
Of more raindrops twisting
From more dark clouds swarming.
Cherish the sleep I gain,
'Til you disturb again.
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