I wait …
I wait with bated breath …
for a wish to rub the sleep from its eyes
and for a dream to take its first gasp of life
I wait with faith in my heart and hope in my soul
for the melting of the wintry cold
and the promise of spring sunshine
I wait with impatience …
and sometimes with patience …
for the passing of the long midnight
and the slow magenta of the dawn
And though hope is sometimes crushed …
and dreams sometimes falter …
I wait …
because sometimes it’s all that I can do
– Dave Young
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