Music is my companion
during a night so long.
Unconsciously waiting for you
to come and sit with me.
Like flowers waiting for bees,
or seeds waiting to be trees.
My heart waits for something
that will certainly happen.
All I need is time, they say,
and all I yearn will come someday.
But presently I just want you to
arrive and hold me in the night.
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