• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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He waits

I have watched these many years
for the one who was promised me;
a daughter of the clouds
I know she is out there,
beyond sea and mountains,
finding her way to me.

I have learned patience
and humility,
in the waiting
and my cloak is woven
from the quiet endurance of rock
and the passion of the setting sun.

One day she will arrive,
dancing lightly across the bay
in her feathered shoes
into the circle of my arms...
until then it is enough
that we breathe beneath
the same sky.