writing Waiting

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Nearer to that which is near

Yet so far away

In the life of nothing

This void of everything

Stands I, at the ready

 

Away to the wind, and the earth to follow

My dearest, my sweet

Hold tight upon this memory

 

Allow the bitter, allow the grand

Demand all which is known

As I stand ready

Yet so far away

 

The eve of sanctuary to which is now

And all other ceremonies yet to be held

Upon the heights of imagination

My dearest…

 

I am not of all words

Therefore, here I stand

Awaiting, by your graces

To give flight to the wind

And to give strength to the earth

 

Nearer to that which is near

Yet so far away

In the life of nothing

The void of everything

Stands I, still waiting

 

And for how long I shall wait, no answer stands ready

 

-David Favret