Somewhere in between

the waking and the dream,

I can feel you close to me.

 

Just before times hands

reshape the desert sands,

I can feel you reach for me.

 

In the blink of tear stained eyes,

watching weary to the skies,

I can see you cry for me.

 

In the breaking of the dawn,

in the dew upon the lawn,

I can see you smile for me.

 

In the bright rays of the sun,

in the new day just begun,

I can feel you warming me.

 

In the beating of my heart,

that once was torn apart,

I can feel you healing me.

 

In the shadow of the past,

from the dawn unto the last,

I can hear you call for me.

 

As I take my last deep breath,

as I fear the grip of death,

will you please just wait for me?

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2013.

This revised version written 15th March 2015.

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