THE WAITING
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
Fairy winds blow such whimsies
Dusting pleas to far away galaxies
A king is to come in glory
He returns for sure who knew me
As a thought stirred in creation
As a breath whispered in oration
A host of angels
For rightful destiny assembles
He is coming again
This king, creation to regain
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
THE WAITING © gillena cox 2015
Waiting for something good... or not
Will link also to The Tuesday Platform
That sounds like a wonderful wait.. truly
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Very pretty piece
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The ultimate waiting!
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Very nice poem.
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I love the "fairy winds" and galaxies. Smiles.
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Clever rhyming!
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He is coming again
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Where there is a relationship sour or otherwise the waiting is tolerated. Often it offered more disappointments as expectations were on high. Great rhyming Gillena!
Hank
Such a beautiful song of waiting
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It sounds like one of the meditations I have on disc. Nice.
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