standing alone in some crumbling ivory tower
i look down upon the masses far away and apart
knowing that this humanity exists with or without me
time wears the walls, wind chills the narrow hallways
the stairway leading down to the village
may be gone before too many more years pass
long braid of rapunzel hair cut just so when i found him
the climb upward to require just the smallest effort
one word, yes, to open the way for that lone traveler
yet still i wait alone, patience blended with salty tears
everything frozen in time except the wind and erosion
and some tiny flame of hope for he whom i love to come
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