She Waits For Me Poem by David Harris
She Waits For Me
She waits for me
across a border
of which I cannot go
until I am called
by our lord and master,
the one who sees all.
She waits for me
in a place so far away
and I can hear her call to me
at the dusk of everyday.
One day I will join her
when my life has run its course.
Until that day comes to call,
she waits for me
where serenity waits for us all.
11 September 2008
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