HERE EVEN IN WAITING.

You sit and you pray
For the uncertain day,
Only sure of the fact
That nothing
Will slow it.
And you sit and you stare,
For it will always be there,
But your silhouette
Before it
Will not.

You turn off the light,
And the cold air is quiet,
And the window before you
Does not
Now appear.
The evening comes in,
And night once more reigns,
Though a version of sight
Steals inside
For a while.

And you stay where you sit
For the morning’s remit,
But the hold of the moon
Causes you
To forget.
And the thought disappears,
Swallowed up by sunrise,
As the sequence begins
Once again
For your eyes.

So you rise where you lay
When the moonlight’s parade
Is more exclusive
Than ever
Before,
And until things become clear,
And allow you to be here,
Your life will continue
To follow
This through.

Another evening revealed,
With noises withheld,
But more than enough
To keep you
From sleep.
So you sit and you wait
For it all to abate,
Certain you’re only
A few
Hours away.

But the progress is lost,
And its lead unopposed,
As the threshold
Before you
Confirms,
And you’ll never go
Where everyone’s gone,
Because you’re waiting
For a day
To belong to.