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08-22-2008, 01:56 PM
Singing
I sigh to myself
Tired of waiting
Patience wearing thin.
Beneath the cold mast I wear
I long for your presence
Your voice,
Your face,
All the things
That ties you to this world,
Physically.
But I also long
For the song of
Your soul
Harmonizing
With my own—
Our unspoken words
Singing without our
Voice and unwritten,
Unheard
From others around us.
But that song still sings
Even when
You’re far away
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