Waiting for the thunder
From the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
The whispers of a storm,
Some half-remembered,

Time gets slow in waiting,
Spirits formed from the wanting,
Taking shape in the spaces,
Where sunlight once existed,
Where moonlight doesn’t touch.

The earth shakes from the vibration,
It shimmers in anticipation,
Where I can still hear your voice
In the dead of the night,
So it’s here I lay waiting
For it to happen.

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