Haven Waiting

A-frame haven among pines

beckons me from beneath the mountains.

I am waiting

watching streams slipping among stones

and falling leaves drifting lazily among shadows.

Serenity moves among branches on breeze

caressing my skin with sun-warmed kisses.

Comfort lives there, peace thrives

and it is my home,

my dream.

And if the future doesn’t kill me

I will meet her there and

we shall dance with the early dawn dew.

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