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Waiting For The Moon
Waiting For The Moon
An hour of time
slipping from the room
with me, and I'm
waiting for the moon.
A world, asleep
underneath the trees.
The dark is deep,
velvet, if you please -
or - if you will -
here am I, marooned
in this inkwell,
waiting for the moon
who (silently
falling through the sky)
calls to me
to watch her going by.
I don't care -
however far away -
if it was you up there,
I would find a way.
Never mind
all that gravity -
I'd fall with you
and you would fall with me.
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(copyright 1991, John Dewey Stewart III)
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