Not yet
just a flicker
a hint
by dint
of time's
deliberate holdback
of what
the heart desires
not yet
an hour
seems a day
a week
a month
a year
an eternity
it's a test
(the most trying?)
can you wait?
hope is far away
love does seem
so blur in the mist
your dream
held in suspense
your boat
stays stagnant
in the stream
of lost hours
and you would go
nowhere
not yet
though the day
languishes
in silence
evening sets in
soon enough dusk
its lengthening shadows
will cast
but patience
has its limit
surely
the approaching night
will be kinder
and the sufferer
would find comfort
and rest after
all this while
( oh no!
nothing has happened
nothing at all!)
what's next?
is the gate
still locked
and the wanderer
is shut away
and all pathways
are blocked?
( the stage is set
to break
the longing fragile heart
the drama is over
and the curtain
is about to fall)
midnight
all that is
is a mocking
sullen sky
in vain
the waiting.