Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Hourglass Beach

This is what I know of warmth and winter
Waiting in this most December

Standing weak and hiding weary
On this beach, so bleak, so dreary

Cold wet toes, as I stand
Upon my line drawn in the sand

Should I cross it if he does come
Or will my will yet stand undone

From spring to shriveled icy leaves
I seem to wait eternally

To burning sunset in the dusk
Like a statue I do rust

Waiting, hoping, thick and thin
That True Love’s hand will so lend

So one day upon my eyes
I will see my love and he be mine

And I will whisper through the snow
A warmth of gain few do know

But ‘till that day to light from dark
The day at hence I will depart

I will wait by my line
Searching, waiting, watching time

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