Ragged Claws

I am bride and veil,
the house that waits on the hill.
I am the moments waiting
between the silence
and the roar of passing trains.I am the the rain falling down on the lake,
the space between shadow and swan.
I am waiting to be called
and to be free
and to be owned again.

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