Posted in Poetry

Waiting

The rustle of blankets
The soft hush of your breathing
I watch you sleeping
Holding you with my eyes
and kissing you in my mind
Letting you dream
but waiting for you to wake
Eager to whisper your name
and to gently touch you
Right here next to me
yet far away in another world
a place of mystery and magic
somewhere I cannot follow
a place I cannot reach you

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