I waited through days that won’t turn into nights.
I waited even as others fled, unable to bear the separation.
I waited with the still, suffocating air that drained out my senses.
For you I survived, barely alive, yet expectant, when others died.
I waited when the prophets said you would take a long time coming.
And then, you came.
You brought the cool brush of night right into the day.
You embraced me with a smile; my reward for not deserting you.
You changed the very complexion of the air with your every stance.
You put life back into dead, parched souls with your lush strokes.
You came for me, defying the prophets.