at dusk I walk
as night birds sing.
sky, the color of my soul.
stars begin to flicker,
petals start to fold.
in quiet times
between the notes,
the void between the stars,
is where I wait
(I’ll always wait)
for what is surely ours.
your presence
falls as softly
as whispering a prayer.
sure as dark
will soon descend
we’ll be together there —
a moment of forever
a lifetime
ours to share.
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Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose 
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