(It won’t be long, now. I know.)

And you arrive, quietly,
in the guise of sonnets in little books,
in the comforting looks of friends
in my dreams at night.

Please do not pass me by, oh,
I will be the dust waiting in the crevice
of the ancient rock.

Come, gentle wind, or violent storm–
while my heart informs mind
that you cannot long be ignored.

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2 Responses to “(It won’t be long, now. I know.)”
  1. Rachel says:

    “I will be the dust waiting in the crevice of the ancient rock.”

    Beautiful. : ) Keep writing.

  2. Sue says:

    The power to write what you feel, what you know, what you dream, what you won’t long ignore…
    is your gift, lovely Nelly!

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