-Waiting and Waiting-

Waiting

Waiting and Waiting

The dusting of the moon slowly spreading across the Earth's soft hips
Its hair flowing gloriously towards a far off waterfall
All is silent
Silent Still
Until

The murmuring of the words desired, falling upon future ears

Or is it
The soft whispering of destruction
Falling Fast
The Earth comes crashing, shattering
And then silence.
Silence until

A prospect. An idea, spoken to baited breath
That may the sun bring to the dusting of the night
And call forth sweet Spring
Or yet may forever cast away the warmth
And leave all shrouded in Black Velvet

And yet
Only the Fates can recall the weaving of their tanged skein

For the rest there is Waiting

Waiting and Waiting