The day grows long,
before even the dawn,
and my heart reaches for you still.

I long for your embrace,
want to touch your face,
and take the place of your medicine pill.

Your ailing body quakes,
your beautiful heart breaks,
and where is your silvery knight?

Shuffling papers unending,
his travels still pending,
not even able to fight.

I know you care,
and understand that my heart is there,
and look up at the cloudy dome.

But your strength and above,
a refusal to shove,
makes me yearn more for home.

I'm sorry I'm not there,
We both know it's not fair,
and patience is at best unbound.

But your heart pulls me on,
from here I'll be gone,
no longer lost but found.

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