Waiting on a friend
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It brings dreams, this weather. It brings dreams and longings for flight. It unfetters and unfurls. And my summer songs begin.
I am waiting on a friend.
You have a face, and a voice, but no body. You will walk through my door, and I will embrace you. You will bring with you a hope that things will be all right. You will bring warmth. You will bring yourself.
We will walk at midnight, slipping through shadows, be as two companions should. We will laugh, and be comfortable in silence.
The sky is full of starry things, and we are full of our contentment.