Dreaming Poem by Adrian Murphy

Hours and minutes have ponderously run their course.
My teenage excitement is barely contained,
Like an anxious father patiently waiting outside the maternity ward, I pace
Pace to exhaust those last few minutes
How slow can a second really be? ? ?

I am off.
Road signs flash past me as I race toward you
My leaden foot eagerly consuming the miles.
My heartbeat quickening with every minute that passes
My smile growing broader with every second.

Tap, tap tap.
I step back and wait, hands nervously squeezing a heady bouquet
A face appears from behind the door, nervously checking.
Our eyes meet and a wondrous smile engulfs the doorway,
I am captured, ever more to be held in that moment.