"A Sign From Thee"

From my balcony’s perch
   I await a sign from thee,
However faint thy sound
   or light a hint from the ground
Of Love’s Sweet Promise.

I do not stare
   for invitations wilt too easily,
Under the pressure
   of a Sunlit question.
When moves from a chessboard
   lose their Innocence,
And the Dance turns dark
   by Morning's Light.

Wait,

I’ve been told,
   wait for signs that have
Enough breath to whisper
   “I Love You.”
And endure my balcony’s view
   for the last time.
Enough to be a
   True Sign from Thee. 

     

 

March 2023

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