The Moya View

Waiting on the Promise


Wait, I spoke

to the highest star.

It winked

and bowed to dawn.


Wait, I spoke to the low sun

that set.


Wait, moon.

It just glowed on,

gracing, gifting me with bright words.


Wait, I spoke to my sad heart.

It beat as a heart does,

disobedient less it stop

trembling and just soon die.


Wait, to my brain

questioning all the high lights,

the bright horizon near,

all the lunatic noise.

They looked forth

changing faces, never silent, stopping.


Wait, I spoke to my love.

She answered,

Yes, heart.





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