The Midnight Sun

I wish to see you

every hour of every day,

watch the sun come up with you

and watch it as it goes down.

Making coffee, holding mugs

interlacing our fingers one by one

each hour goes by and I miss you more.

Our desire like the midnight sun

never sleeps but glows brighter.

The winter has a way of connecting

our souls in the silence of its balance

of long days and sleepless nights

learning to rest, learning to wait.

How valuable it is to grow in

the delay of gratification,

finding that we took the right risk

in letting each other in.


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