May 21 2008
Waiting
(for my friend. sarah)
sleep doesn’t come
dreams are villians
that cut deep
with all the fears
that slumber until
roused from darkness
time does not move
a standing sentry
poising over expectations
that will not be recognized
prayers are not answered
angels swirl between the pleas
candles beckon & flicker in supplication
the alms are not enough
hope wears a black shroud
hiding in the shadows
afraid to be itself
leery of disappointing
life twitters on about you
but does not include your presence
in its endless dance
taunting you with sparks of other lives.
copyright 2008
