Promise of Thousands of Years

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A soft hum
 
Low waking of a wistful sigh
 
Strung out, 
fingertips drifting across strings
 
Playing gently, 
with only silence to witness
 
Stretched thin, and far, played, flicked, and pulled,
 
Creating sound
 
Distant and long, a cry or moan
 
Overwhelmingly leaving a scar
 
An incessant, lingering ache
 
Hanging on a ledge
 
Dangling on a cliff
 
For an answer
 
Always waiting
 
Waiting
 
For a sign 
 
For him
 
Waiting felt like eternity 
 
Forever
 
A song to call out
 
To bring back
 
To save
 
What was once lost
 
What was, who was-who is still 
 
Loved
 
Cherished 
 
To give that person a home
 
A beacon of light
 
Guiding a soul
 
Thousands of years
 
Or more
 
If forever wasn't long enough
 
He would wait
 
Would always wait,
 
For something, for anything
 
A sign
 
For him
 
Even using blood, sweat,
 
Or his tears
 
And continue to play Inquiry
 
A silent promise to himself 
 
One he would keep,
 
Keep until the very end,
 
Even if the end never came
 
For him
 
For him
 
Waiting, longing, yearning-
 
Loving 
 
And hoping
 
Hope against hope
 
For that soul, that special someone
 
For Their life and their heart
 
For Their essence, their smile..
 
He would play the song of Inquiry
 
For however long it would take, as long as needed
 
He would play until he bled
 
Stop
 
Play again
 
And wait.
 

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