Waiting

a poem by thenorm

And I stood there, waiting.

It’s strange, really.

I don’t even

Know Your Name.

You

In white, blinding silk,

Waltz through

The Darkened Regions

Of my mind.

Are you

Just a Soul

Wand’ring the Valleys

Of time

Or do you come for me?

And we,

Surrounded by Roses,

Lost in Lillies,

Are we,

Are you

To see my Future

With an ominous eye?

O, pray tell Your Secrets,

That I may be free.

And in some empty valley

Did we

Overcome my fear

In your haste

My resistance,

Did you mingle

In my mind?

O, my soul aches

With Questions.

And I stood there

Waiting.

Patiently waiting.