Waiting for what? for who?
That time slips past do i not feel?
Noticing not the passing of seconds
but aging of souls, the creases, the stresses...
Wait.. they say, use patience.
Patience thou art our gift only to death
For he too must wait, unto him we shall fall
in time - if he will be, and if we are patient...
Reflection, procrastination and all
given to pause in timeless deception
unto and beyond age, beyond time itself
waiting, holding, for then, for her.