Expectation Poem by Bosun Abdul

I ponder like I was reverted
To the tips of those six million
Eons. In solitary I watch and pay

My heed to the nagging seas
Of time and hope. Once ebbing
Forth for my embrace, yet, receding

Lest I touch, but holding mine
With resilience to the feeble sandy
Trend. And life, a zephyr caressing

The exuberant petals; the greying
Word of eventide. It casts a shattering
Spell on our brow of desires, but when

The feasting clouds quench the sinister Eyes and the sizzling burns till heaven Bursts, it gifts my earth a beauteous song.