Standing alone
Watching the sky
Waiting for dreams
to slowly drift by
Sometimes they’re crimson
like the sun as it sets
Or midnight blue
tinged with regret
Someone is weeping
somewhere in the clouds
Falling from Heaven
To pools on the ground
As the trees sigh a litany
with the song of the wind
A watercolor symphony
without any end
Like a storybook hero
that doesn’t exist
looking for answers
that never will fit
Waiting to be recognized
to be ushered in
longing for inclusion
Where it all begins
As years rush by
leaving no trace
of days spent together
in a faraway place
Where even the Moon
Has a different face
and time stands silently
In the hand of fate
Waiting patiently there
for the miracle of faith

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