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