Monday, May 12, 2008

I am waiting for an encounter.
A shout from the roof top
a sweet drop of water on the tongue.
I am waiting to get my seat unbuckled
to get out of the chair.
to be done.
to see what fair and balanced looks like.
I am waiting , now.
A siren scream
a waking dream
a timely spoken word
like the new song , heard
I am waiting for belief to become sight.
I am waiting for light and sweet.
I am waiting for meat to replace the milk
for my sword to be placed back in its hilt.
for Peace.
I am waiting ,NOW
it is slow
but I am patient
because
I can hear the cries and feel the labor pangs.

2 comments:

splendored said...

copy cat

childrened said...

I am not a copy cat.I have never been here before. I am a product of 50+ years of sights and sounds and love becoming familiar.