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Bob Peterson

Sleeping Love

Weeping at times to find
What little might be
To find just a song
In the music
Of your soul

This laughter that greets me,
The hope for the somber image
Of love in the light
Of morning and dawn.
And the evening of our movements
Means a new passing.
Anew, passion awaits.
In its true breadth.
The future seen
As a new bud
And an older charm.
'Tis the past disguising us.

Of the healing in waiting
And patience
For all that we see,
That we want to be.
We know sure as they are.
Still we'll be, as always.
And always will be.
No matter.

The days are as the days will be.
And truth is the heart of the soul,
And the soul is the
Heart of the truth.

You will know when the heart
Of your loving is true.
As faith and fear are meeting.
The heart of your soul
Is the soul of your youth
And you are the
The time that's fleeting.

Waiting is timeless
Wanting the loving,
Your heart tells you all you need.
Your truth is the love
Of emotion you need,
That tells all and never sleeps by.