Waiting For The Light

down the railway tracks
and across the meadow
the years melt into repeated sunsets
as time begins to bleed to black
over life's canvas
and when morning comes
a bank of fog seeps
from earth's crevices
or out from stagnant pools of memory
and confuses the eye
into believing that
night's cloak remains spread
across the dull skies
on a day full of angry clouds
until the wind at my back is
there to remind me
to step left or right
and look again

across the red desert
and down the endless highway
a flood of restless farewells
adorn the land
with temporary wild flowers
that bloom and fail
only to bloom again
in a wash of cheerful colours
a perpetuity personifying
the lasting mystery of love
unknown for days or years
then suddenly exploding to life
in a simple embrace
in a soft look
or even in just a single word
there to remind me
that we only consent to the darkness
because we are waiting for the light


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