Waiting for the Sunrise

I waited for the sunrise

But it never seemed to come

The moon glowed red

Faint behind the smoke-filled clouds

It was a darkened land

Where birds no longer sang

I waited

The streams were running dry

Fleeing from the fires

The mountains hunched in fear

Tears were in my eyes

The night was so very long

And still

I waited

A year or more it lasted

I really can’t recall

Time folds inside itself

Moments become months

A decade passes in the time

It takes to say goodbye

Sunrise,

I am still waiting

And until you come

I will try to keep the flame

Alive

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