The Wait

Who would have known

That I would sit here

Whiling away my time

Staring absently at the sky. 

 

Sometimes a honey bee

Breaks my reverie

Sometimes I sip on my tea

Listening to chirping melodies. 

 

Hours fly by 

From daylight to twinkles in the sky

As I sit and dreamily wait

For my lover to walk through the gate. 

 

Twilight

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The sky has turned pink and blue.

The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.

The sun is going down the horizon

Leaving behind colors of twilight.

To hold on to;

Before returning,

To the stillness of a long black night.