 | Submitted by Bryon D. Howell
E-mail: fiercectpoet@yahoo.com
It’s late at night but I am still awake.
It would be hard for me to get to sleep;
I think of us with every breath I take…
with thoughts like those I have no use for sheep.I think of all the things which we have planned,
each day I’m moving closer to the door;
Ii won’t be long before we’re hand in hand…
the moon won’t think we’re funny anymore.
I cannot wait to be there close to you,
and though these nights can seem so long and cold,
just when I think there’s nothing I can do….
I get to watch another dawn unfold.
Someday the sun will rise for you and me…
and from all darkness, we will both be free.
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