Promise For My Beloved

Goodbye-
a joyous moment, not
for the fainting heart,
guiltily asking to keep
one close at hand.

Memories prove longings unfold
once distance deems time to intercede.
Withering comes, heavy laden
seasonal sighing, soon shadowy hands
will cover-frigid & blinding.

Look straight, bloom comes to those
who need only be still, where patience
instills peaceful truth.

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