Let me not wait as I am frightened.
Do hold my heart in your hands
as I behold my soul to your universe.
I Am hopeless in search for a
window as I speak of no verse.
whom could I be if no thought has been seen.
Do I wait as I observe?
If no time of the truth could be obscene,
then what power do I have to diverse?
Let me wait to as I hope for a wonder…
I close my eyes and wish;
“For you to hold my hands
as I share my heart.”
Distance, my nemesis to be,
As closure off the eyes I did not see
you mean nothing to me….