time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment;
you are within grasp,
you are here,
a light on the horizon,
and i’m frantically searching
for all the words to spill.
how do i condense years
of your absence into a
measly few words?
“i've waited for you”.
and dawn breaks,
drowning me in
light, groggily i
awake.
one day.
prompt: “Hurry! Hurry! The ice is thin but if you are as quick as a free feather falling through the light air you might just make it to the roots of that old sage tree” by luce in the napowrimo thread
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