Ready and Waiting

sonnet

Ready and waiting.

 

 I call your name: echo replies.

I listen ‘til the echo dies.

The last sound fades and silence reigns.

I hesitate to call again.

 

I know your spirits flying free

Towards the light triumphantly.

Which I accept reluctantly.

The tears I weep. I weep for me.

 

I weep for my lost happiness.

I would give all I possess.

To be flying by your side.

That wish remains unsatisfied.

 

So I must wait impatiently.

 For kindly death to set me free.

 

Tuesday, 07 August 2012