Waiting

Sometimes an eternity passes
and I wait for the sun to come,
lie down and rest in my arms...

There are days like this when the aspect of waiting is elemental. One can't seem to break it down into sub atomic parts and dissect its root cause. But one seems to go through an intense feeling of time marking its pace almost reverberating in the eardrums. And then the distortions come as if they each had an answering need to be a part of this, but instead of bringing in semblance of peace or perspective they seem to create a cause for more of the chaos which lies unattended and desperate for help.

On such days a part of me just flings its self out and watches the other me from the sidelines trying, measuring, attempting to keep pace with destiny’s unknown hand.

Sometimes an eternity passes
and I wait for the sun to come,
lie down and rest in my arms...

Faded music plays in my ear
and I want to sing alongside.

Words flow
but watch the emptiness on paper,
tirelessly agonizing over it.

I wait to be enveloped
and left in the safety of a cocoon to hibernate.

Strangely then I want to break free and shake the world
as if they were contents in a glass,
lying in front of me.

The contents swirl, round and round and mist comes,
creeps over while life is still in transition.