3AM.
And I am still waiting.

The sunlight shines through my curtains,
giving me headaches.
And I am still waiting.

From summer to winter,
And I am still waiting.

From Day 1 till Day 365.
And I am still waiting.

From tank tops and shorts till wedding dresses.
And I am still waiting.

From receiving cashes to earning them.
And I am still waiting.

From being a child to having one or two.
And I am still waiting.

From my teens to my death bed.
And I am no longer waiting.

There is a Softness in the Shadows,
On a breezy, Sun~filled Day.
Splashing Contrast divides the Colors,
trading within the shade,
An interlacing patchwork, Arrangement by Rotation,
Earth's Grandly Spun Bouquet.

Movement amongst the shifting Patterns,
playfulness in~All direction,
Like children chasing randomness, Laughing in the garden
that echoes through with effortless, nonchalant Expression.

Eastwardly to Westwardly,
Tracing loftily between Tree leaves, Mountains broad projectories, deepening the Shadows Shade,
Yawned in stretching reach,
Duality of Accolades,
like Coastlines of a Beach.

Lost in Lover's parting Kiss,
In Amorphous Amore,
Animates explicitly,
A shy Shadow's story.
Into the deep embrace of Night,
A lingering at Sunset's Crest,
Hallowed out in Shadow's shade,
Sewing~dreamy patchwork Seams
of Fabric feathered Sleep.