Waiting On... Poem by Ella Goodman

 For hours, for days, for months
Lonely eyes seek for the sun
The rays that flow deep within
Caressing the soul, reviving the withered dreams.

 For hours and much long
The yearning heart it sings
In forgotten tune that lay buried 
Bruised and grim.

Eternal hours they do seem
Lonely nights and hollow evenings
Do you hear the words they stirr,
In futile war with mind and heart?
'Pray hear thee', they cry in gentle sobs
But Cold waves they freeze their every words.
Their ardent wish dies in bud
Divine decree who can unearth!

A profecy that Heaven's spoke
When sky it lit in thunders yoke
And earth it shuddered, winds they roared
'Thou shall dwell in sheilded cloak,
None to partake thy unspoken lore'.
Divine fate thus played its cards
Sweet abhorrence to comprise its luck.

For hours by day and nigh
While the bower slept in peaceful trance
Blue sky gazed with stars his companion,
The Lonely forsaken eyes bereft of sleep,
Awaits in patient gentle gaze;
Everywhile hoping to meet eager eyes,
Burning with passion twinkling bright,
Reading all thoughts that hidden lie
Beneath the calm liquid eye.
Thus though unstirred the words remain in their shell
When True soul read their true inset.
Waging no war with the Gods
That foretold their fate of unspoken lurk.

Long hours in soltitudes embrace
Unending wait to hear the dear one spake
After the long hours of wait, by day and night
Through storms and sunshine;
Through love and pain;
Whence but he shall turn to wave'
All turmoil, anguish, harrowing wane
Shall cast itself into a golden mesh
Trascending the soul in cheerful recess
Reviving all withered dreams....fill the soul with vibrant spirit! ! !