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.