Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Spirit

You woke me
Again
Last night
With a soft gentle sigh
I waited in the dark
For you
To come through
Traipsing
Tiptoeing
Even just walking
But there
Peering out the window
Alone
And peaceful
I sat until morning
When you left
I never saw you

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