Waiting Poem by Dan Uriel

he sleeping in the castle, deserted. choking on loneliness
dusted old ute picture on the wall
lots of black, ancient, old heroic leader, ancient figure
the castle abandoned. there are autumn, silent walls
my heart is waiting for this wine coagulates
tastes at the Desire Funeral Home
beautiful bride, spread on the silk kiss
It is guarded by a stiff divine woman her fresh smile also stiffens
there are also soft, soft carpets lying there
like a field forgotten, snow-covered, orphaned dead
there is a deepwater well in the yard the sun is on it, its foam is dazzling
he sleeps in the castle, deserted as the dead. He's waiting for someone