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?
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Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2013.
This revised version written 15th March 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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