Laying still no dream king visiting
Tears streak down pale cheeks.
Juliet with her lost Romeo.
Elizabeth without her Darcy.
Frustration. Worry. Dark.
Lightning rips through sky.
The ground should have snow by now.
But it holds off, waits.
Its pearly white shine gone
From the eyes of the beggar.
It is too cold and too roomy
In this bed of blankets.
Nothing beats the lonely chill
Of a heart longing.
Too many days and too far away.
Sickness and plague run rabid.
Swine fly has caught up to the innocent.
The stars hide behind the clouds
Trembling in the safety of the moon.
A blink. Too short.
The minute hand in the electric clock
Has not changed. Too long.
It's dull glimmer of orange does not
Light up very far. It does not have the strength. It is weak without its battery,
It's heart. It can only blink, slowly.
Wait for the return.
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