Finally, the day has arrived, the day we've been talking about for months, years even. They day when you arrive on wings of steel that shine like silver. These wings might fall short of my house but that's okay, at least you're here. Or, you will be anyway. Anticipation has me awake before the dawning of the day and it won't let its grip loosen. Sleepiness reaches for me, brushing its long fingers across my cheek, but I'm still forced into the waking world.
At least, if nothing else, I can watch the sunrise. I can watch the horizon that you will soon be carried over on strong wings.
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Poetry For The Masses
PoetryA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
