Nurturing Love’s Presence

Love has been so elusive Fleeting moments of respite from the desert of night I wait for my gentle lover to come to me Not knowing if he exists or ever did I wait holding on to the quiver of love The small flame that lights up my darkness I wait and nurture that flame As all that I have All that keeps me alive In the dark of the night So cold I shiver Urging myself to stay present In the not knowing What will...read more