I'm waiting for the dew to dry,
the clouds to depart from
a weeping weakness, and my wings
to extend beyond the flares
of a color-coded track to my sunshine.
I don't wander like a stray
left behind and lost
in my ways. I come to a place
where darkness dims and we
is a soliloquy of ever
on a winding avenue for two.
I proclaim once again
an aisle of time where paradise
is a roof above my head,
petals laid at my feet,
and you with me.
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