If all I still hold is but-
A fragment of faith, I trust 
One of these days
All my bad days will be gone
One of these days
Love will come like a waft of air 
Ushering in a fresh new dawn 
One of these days
When I’m not even looking 
From somewhere totally unknown 
All my bad days will be forgotten
It will be comforting and I’ll know it
Right from the start, in that micro-moment 
Somehow I will recognize
The way its warmth burns 
The way it listens attentively  
The way it feels in my arms
The way it becomes all too real
The way it touches my soul
The way it heals, what was broken
The way it whispers my name
The way it knows my heart’s … desires 

Poet of the Light © 2021 


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