Time To Wait Poem by David Wood

Waiting, time slips into eternity
With the clock slowly dripping

Can waiting be mended stitched together
Or does it always weep with uncertainty

From the greyness of dawn waiting
Is like a beating of continuous sound yet

Waiting is all the more refined in it's
Purity when the object is virtuous and

Angelic when there is but no other option
Due to circumstances beyond time

Even if two ships miss each other
In life's deep blue romantic ocean

The willingness is to wait, even forever