Chapter 12 - Waiting

Waiting

I sit amongst the forest 

and its canopy of fresh scented pine, 

where I sit is a rock, 

a rock, a large rock, 

one you can sit and rest on 

one a friend told me about, 

its a beautiful place 

a place to see the turning of leaves 

leaves blanketing its surroundings 

with that of autumns fashion 

fashions of colour, 

she was right by saying its beautiful, 

its quiet, 

I now sit were her hearts has been.

My heart, 

it smiles knowing she has looked upon 

what only my mind can imagine

imagining what her mind was feeling 

feeling while siting here, 

the song, 

the melody of the lyric each bird sings, 

its colour ever so bright 

as it rests upon its branch of space and time, 

do they whisper a breath of name, 

like I now do. 

Why, why I think to myself, 

why does love feel the way it does, 

why, why do I cry, 

why, why do we feel so much pain, 

why, why do things have to be this way, 

why do I feel so much in love, 

a love that I want to hold, 

a love I know I can not have,

a love I know we both can not have.

The winds, 

the winds they blow through the crest 

the crest of the trees, 

they sway 

they sway in tune with that of my thoughts, 

they sway in tune with that of the birds song, 

they weep 

they weep with the emotions of my thoughts.

The solitude and peace my soul feels, 

it feels the tear of her soul, 

I can not hold back my own tears,

no they flow like that of morning dew, 

the reflection of life 

it hangs in the pendency just before it falls 

falls from one pine needle to another, 

how does it do that 

and then continue showing me the life 

of its offspring, 

its offspring of Mother Natures Song.

I'm willing to let you go and rest, 

I'm willing to let you go and rest, 

rest your weary soul, 

wanting to let it rest upon this rock, 

this rock were my mind now rests.

What we both have 

we have in one another's embrace 

it is good, I want you to breath, 

I want you to be free, 

I know were we both stand, 

I know we both understand, 

time, time is of the essence of prayer, 

waiting, 

waiting to see what happens 

and where god takes the reign of control

control of the love we both want to share.

© 2010 Arthur Henn