Body and Soul
Body and soul are waiting
for the day of my belonging.
Belonging to that which is
coming for my breath abating.
Take me soon for I cannot sleep
I need so badly to rest.
My bed of leaves, my pillow of leaves
are now so old they crinkle and creep.
Ah the time is near
now my waiting nears its end
Find me soon my love
my long sleep of dreams is here.
© Michael D Powell