AS WIVES WAIT
As the rose's petal gives up a sigh
and paints its soul across the sky,
- The eyes of waiting silhouettes sweep
dauntingly out to sea.
- The morning mist is heavy here as the shadows
of our heart
- Push through the dull and hazy grayness of
- Time, like heavy clogs of granite, refuses to
yield to our pleas.
- While salty breezes wash over us, licking our
wounds of loneliness
- And wringing the salt from our
- Slicing the air with her velvet voice the
mistress calls from the Sound.
- We all pause, straining to hear. Was that
- Time drags its heavy load across our hearts,
threatening to crush our patience.
- And we wait.
- Then, like a ghost slipping through the walls
of her house, she emerges
- From the humid fog of the sea and creeps
quietly toward her river home.
- Oh! Silent Beauty, we love you and loathe
you. You steal our lovers away.
- Then deliver them safely back to us. And all
the while we pray.
- Cloned eyes sweep along her back - searching
for a remembered stance.
- There - a wave - Did you see? He waved! We
are HERE our minds scream!
- We jump and shout and demand
- They are home - safely home from the sea.
They belong to us again!