after the storm

this longing,
undiminished yet
faltering,
like a wet feather in the wind.

swirling galaxies of delight and wonder
wait
to find their way
to you.

if only i was strong enough,

if only there was time enough.

if only.
if only.

a stalking wind,
hot
dry,
charged with audacity
and purpose,
rolls in
over my dreams,
sending tingles of nostalgia
through these borrowed bones.

it is time.

are you ready?

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