Eternally I Wait
I sit. watching out the window.
snow falls gently through the crisp air.
a tingle, sprite-fully dances over my skin.
my fingers instinctually relieve the sensation
with a brush of my nails.
How long has it been.
Since I last touched their skin.
Calling out to it in my mind like
the lost seagull at sea.
Calling to its own,
each call more insist ant then the one before.
"klink.." I hear a sound in the room
my heart pounds with anticipation
I jump from my watchful vigil to seek their
breath passing from their lips
to finally break my silence.
Nothing.
Wind whistles past the pane
and haunts my constant lonely state.
Barely feel my own thoughts anymore.
Empty. quiet. small.
Leave me here to fill my dreams of what
I can no longer endure to have.
Love what I can no longer touch
and mourn what I could never give.
You can find me amongst the trees
in the whispers of the wind
in the corner of your soul, sitting..
Waiting.
Eternally waiting for that moment of renewal
that moment of eternal vision
when you finally realize your wrongs
and burst out of your hard shell.
Look for me, for I need to be touched
I need to feel alive and without You, I am but
a inaudible "klink" at the door,
I am the loved one that never arrives.
Alone, waiting... at the window.
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