Anticipation – lines from an unpacked sonnet

I’ll smile to see you,
touch you, taste your smile,
and all the while
my soul has longed
to lodge near yours
will seem a brief delay,
a short, short stay
away from heaven’s bliss.

I fantasize that when we meet
we’ll kiss, and cry,
and tears will rinse away,
dissolve the walls
we’ve built
to hold in check our love.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, retired foreign service manager and former naval officer. Strong interests in information architecture, instructional design, critical pedagogy, taxonomies and metadata management, information governance, and cultural heritage preservation.

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