Hiding Place.

Perched on a ladder that leads to nothing but a wall
I have been waiting for you.
Too long.
Too long in the shadows.
Too weathered and sad the lonely rungs.
Find your way through the thick green, love;
For I long to dance in my mother's wild garden,
in my dress of blue.
Loneliness is not a good playmate.
Not when it seeks...
And I hide...