Here among the neophytes and the nephilim
The believers and betrayers nuns and naysayers
Among affirmations of time and no time
            With voices seen and nameless love
            Where angels cry and questions wait
            Where stars speak   waters sing   and earth ceases its spin

Here is where I wait for you
            Will you come in the dark without knowing
            Will you come with the wind brushing my hair
            Will you hum like giraffes in the night
            Will you come late with excuses   or early with whispers

Here is where I wait for you
            Will you be the dream never dreamed
            Will you come with what I need to hear
            Will you come with bells and bones, oceans and orishas
            Will you want me as I am   pretend my lips are yours
            Will you make the sun smile, the night jealous, the moon go mad

Here is where I wait for you
            Will I know your name
            Will the air close its fists tight around us
            Will you come with flowers or forests
            Will you bring all the pieces of you
            Will your brilliance hurt my eyes
            Will you walk with thunder, kiss me like rain
            Will you be the end of my beginnings   name the moments I’ve lost
            Will you come soft as baby’s breath, cotton picked by grandma’s hands,
                        like her skin before she died
            Will you come like barefoot fields and full bellies
            Will you come before I forget who I am,
                        before the last call, the first light of day
            Will you look for me or look like heaven
            Will you find me working late, working words,
                        or working like I’m worth it

Here is where I wait for you
            Will you come with expectations
            Will you come without guile, without words or language to understand
            Will you come soon ... or not at all

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