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This could be anybody's poem, but in my head, this poem is Ray Vecchio's.

Rating: G/Poetry

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No one knows

that I wait each day

for the sun to sleep.

I wait until

I am alone.

And then I run

to where

the grains of sand

grow cool under my feet

and the waves

whisper soothingly

to me.

I wait until all lovers

are back home,

and the birds are back in their nests,

putting their melodies to rest.

There is a tall piece of rock

that stands proudly

along the fringes of the shore.

This is where

I sit everyday

to watch the sky's colors

turn mute.

Each day,

I wait for that brief moment

just before the light vanishes for good.

I wait for the sun

to flash that streak of red

across the sky.

It makes me happy

each time I see it.

For in that moment,

it's almost as if

I had never left.

And I could pretend

I could bring things back

to the way they were.

I sit quietly

upon this rock

while the waves

nip at my feet.

Sometimes,

I find the courage to say

the words aloud.

I draw the truth

from my own heart,

and my silent friends

listen to me.

Today ...

I told the waves

how much the sky

reminded me of you.

It was a brilliant red,

with a flash of blue.

THE END

21 October 1999

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