Time, friend or foe
I ask myself
In solitude, so maddening
In love, so fleeting
...
There was joyful abundance
Crisp air and fertile land
Easy, simple and free
Rich and vibrant as gold
...
Like thieves in the night, they came
Unexpected, overwhelming
Too much to handle, too stunned to react
...
The Waiting Game
Time, friend or foe
I ask myself
In solitude, so maddening
In love, so fleeting
Waiting, a double edged sword
I tell myself
Hopeful to see the light
Petrified to realize the truth
A prisoner in time
I resign myself
When? I cautiously asked
Soon? No one knows