Waiting for the day

quietly and unassuming

wafting in the shadows

The agony that stems from unfilled yearning

searching for the softness

hands held stroking hearts as words

floated from one to another

breaths ending as

the next is born

exhales filled with weight of

dreams, hoping to be caught

only to be unclaimed

rebuffed by silence

The well worn coat in the closet

receives the best of the forlorn

waiting for the day that

may never come

Reviews

[Chris]

There were times I'ld seen the face of God only to turn and tell of it to the silent mysts... I don't think anyone ever gets used to the silence they live within - ya know?

[Stephany]

exactly....
thanks Chris