I wait, warily watching,

Impatiently idling the moments away,

My fingers drumming a cadence

In harmony with the clock.

My eyes strain for light,

For the tender touch of the sun's firey fingers

Lingering lazily across my cheek:

Dangerous yet delicate.

Slowly, slyly, the sun

Twists up rays of light

Wearily wrapping around the world.

Languidly, a lake of liquid gold

Spreads across the silent sky.

Amber drops of light condense, crystalize,

And become tears:

Softly shed tears symbolizing sadness and safty.

I search the sky for a signal,

But it remains steadfastly stoic, serene;

A vast violet void

With shining sapphire stars faintly fading,

Falling forty feet from fear to fame.

Resplendent, rose-colored rays tint the clouds...

I wait.

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