Wanting, Waiting


It hangs in balance
the truth and the silence
the hope and the defiance

The perspective and the myth
and what the mind said
to the heart,
but it never did rhyme
for waiting though
still feels fine

just knowing what I hold is mine ..

Long December chill
will only turn uphill
and searching within I would
no longer find ..

A ball of white
filled with all its grey
or even searching for a 'no'
I'm seeking to resign..

this knocking, I wish was momentary
but there is as much
laughter and life
as there is grief
none too much, nor brief

The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or a tweak
the night begins and merges
seamlessly into another day

the path between the drifts
just seems to grow
of knowing that it will shower
when you no longer want it to show

when you know
the waiting has just begun
the winter will still turn to sun
and every despair will be
melting in the weeks that
will drive long past ..

As you know
who you need,
its not enough to aspire
and
theres no doubt you've come
so close
as you hold onto a belief
without letting the truth know..

from the curtains, the picture
emerges out slow
the dream that you seek
is out there and
and all those hindrances
would still grow

the wait is love and love
then is all you need or know ..