Maybe Tomorrow
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waiting to share my love
waiting in the shadowed light
waiting for a mated dove
wanting scenes from a mountain peak
wanting the senses to flip in delight
wanting to feel a soft gentle cheek
whispering winds tickle in wisdom
whispering rain drum-dances a beat
whispering leaves flutter in rhythm
wake from this wistful dreamer's dream
wake and look at life's mirrored deeds
wake content to breathe a wrinkled gleam
wonder at the smallness in each thought
wonder how nature knows each clue
wonder if "nothing," is what I sought
willing adventurous thoughts to fly
willing hopes to capture the sky
willing to learn when asking why
maybe tomorrow...
soft`rain
March, 1997
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