As I wait, the sky returns to black again.
I hope to see one more dawn.
I’m marking the hours as I drift away.
I pause and my eyes close briefly.
The mountains ahead form a jagged horizon.
A surging dreamer climbs the tallest peak.
I see myself passing the limits of time.
A subtle light prepares me for the coming day.
W. Wayne B.
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