Waiting

 

I waited in the garden for you
The whole day spent gazing
Picking petals from flawed flowers
The way I pick insecurities
From my soul
A bee came by to visit me
Whispering things in flutters
That I already knew about me and you
If I could just touch you maybe
Silence could be heard

So I waited for you among the thorns
And you never came along
But I still plucked at the petals
The way I pluck at these fears
In my timid spirit
And a bird came by to sing
Chanting at me in tongues
That speak what I don’t understand
If I could just touch you maybe
Blindness could see again