What May Come

In the depths of me,
Something silent I here know,
The hand waits patiently,
The one that’s holding moment
By moment I measure my steps;
And it brings to light
Some colourfully secret delight.

Unaware of tomorrow’s dawn,
I lose my whims to wishes in the night,
I lose myself in thoughts that hold no bind
To doubt or clarity…
All the while I felt a mile in this change in me,
Closer still to the beauty that lies in wait for me.
Anticipating what may come…

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