By Galadrial
Date: 2001 Sep 29
Comment on this Work
[[2001.09.29.11.16.18136]]

Waiting Is

The deep silence of the uncalled line,
the sigh that rings to the bones,
the feeling of wanting to leap
while the feet are still caught in kudzu chains.

Waiting is
the last patch of bramble stickers
betwixt you and the heart
no way around,
just through
with gritted teeth
knowing the blood will flow,
knowing the nerve will shriek
but knowing you must.

Waiting is
the bell that sounds in the blood
when I hear
or speak
or think your name
with the reverence
of a pilgrim
just steps away
from the Saints gate.

Waiting is
what love has become
waiting
for you to be.