A spear of light shining
down on me.
Time is always
on my mind.
Longing deep and
continuous
fills me up and
I runneth over.
I watch the birds
eating the seeds
of discontent
with you somewhere
far far away.
Are you here yet?
Tell me you love
me baby,
tell me I’m your
gal.
But don’t take
too long,
the days are growing shorter
by the minute.
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