... Rubato

October 2002

Another day alone, but
You are not far away
I am waiting for a fantasy
That’s Never coming true

But my heart still soars
Lifted, floating, dancing
Swaying to the melody
I entreat in my head
I lay in the warmth of the sun
As silent as the breeze
But the pulsing beat of my heart
Plays a passionate drumbeat
At the sound of your voice
Or merely the fleeting thought
Of your sweet face

I pray for rain
Whose gentle sonatas
And brave finales
Wash away all fear
And I pray they come
Before my vain longing
Is turned into loathing.

Whitney
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