Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Waiting

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She pried my eye open, brilliant Venus did,
balanced just above the pine spikes, tired
of waiting for me to get on with dreaming.

Around her clear sky at last, meteor showers
done, still hours away from light. Deaf to her
message I went back to bed and snoring dogs,

to dream of love that would not hear my voice.
Him leading me across a bog on floating stones,
until I balked, and jumped away to solid ground.

She knew this one was on its way, and did not
want it left benignly in the deepest part of sleep,
but felt vividly, and have me wake grateful for escape.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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