bedtime writing

Alone he sat.
waiting.
for?
perhaps a perceived
chance
or a hand
in a dance…
And when she gave
a glance
it all turned around
it all meant something else
it all had meaning
it’s not just
the dance
or the hand
of chance
it’s something
coming
calling
home
a dome of
love
and all is known
comfort
peace
so peaceful here
and this is
so dear…

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