|Where Are You?
By andy on 01/03/2007
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Where are you? We’re waiting.
Tables are set, adorned with gifts,
We sit with bated breath, staring ever upwards,
Waiting for a sign, a fanfare to signal you are on your way.
Yet the skies remain clear, the path to the door silent.
We open the curtains, peeking for a sign, yet, you have not come.
A heavy sigh signifies another restless night.
You did not come. The table remains untouched.
Pillow absorbs yet another night of endless tears.
A hand is placed, full of hope and prayer, it remains…warm.
Will I open my eyes; risk a look to face another blank?
Dawn cries its solemn arrival, still you have not come.
Prayers go unanswered, there is no knocking door.
There is but a little hope left in the well. Another month unfruited.
The field is planted with prayers and yearning…
Eyes meet, ever hopeful, yet are dashed upon the solemn red wall.
Dreams turn ever inwards, haunting in their melodies.
And still, you do not come.
I seek answers from charts, from figures, from suited clowns.
They All scratch whatever head they have, blindly offering guesses.
The blame is cast in my direction; I bat it away, scared to admit.
Each night we close the curtain, turn off the light.
And turn to each other, grasping what little straws remain.
And in the cool morning light … you still have not come.
But we will wait. Indefinably wait.
We will smile, we will hope, we will pray, and we will try.
We have the warmth of each other, the trust and the love.
Memories of old and prayers of the future we have in excess.
We still set the stage, and recite the words and plan the moment
For when the curtains open, and you really have come!
© By andy On 1/3/2007 6:10:13 AM