| By Waiting Is Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Sep 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.29.11.16.18136]] |
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The deep silence of the uncalled line, the sigh that rings to the bones, the feeling of wanting to leap while the feet are still caught in kudzu chains. Waiting is the last patch of bramble stickers betwixt you and the heart no way around, just through with gritted teeth knowing the blood will flow, knowing the nerve will shriek but knowing you must. Waiting is the bell that sounds in the blood when I hear or speak or think your name with the reverence of a pilgrim just steps away from the Saints gate. Waiting is what love has become waiting for you to be. |