I Wait

The river sparkles in the afternoon.
I so wish you would see it sometime,
Sitting next to me. I'd tell you what
I think that sparkling means. It is
A metaphor for all of life, and
Both of us. The river's dull
And uninviting during most of every
Day. The sparkles briefly make it
Precious, briefly make me certain
That I'm better off to have it near,
And you, my love, so long so dull,
So silently avoiding me, can sparkle.
I have seen you do it, in the process
Dazzling me, and causing me
To keep believing I am better off
To have you near.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-10 at 00:47

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