Hoping

a poem by thenorm

 

I know it's late.

But I long

For the sweet melody

Of your words,

Your voice,

As it reaches

Across miles,

Pulling me in,

Carrying me.

I stare and hope.

I wait.

I busy myself.

But it's no good.

I am tempted,

Haunted By Your song.

So sweet,

So gentle,

So Kind.

A heartfelt word,

A subtle gesture.

Your Words I read

Time and time again.

Enchanted

By what I hear,

Hoping for what I see.

I know it's late.

But I sit and wait.

Hoping

For the sweet melody

Of your voice.