Wait-less and wondering
just this ringing
in my ears
Past tense unfolding
you from my hands
I’ve wandered why
did thought hold onto
Temptation and tempers
and tastes left lingering
at the moon rise
Fingers pointing
words remaining
Shadows in silver light
Send shivers up
my spine
Awaking still quaking
within a dream
Left lying
at the gates of hell
Wishing me well
Telling stories of
sometime lost longing
In the heart
of a child lingering
where he cried
As a mothers love
told the stories
Held the hand
of the man he would be
coming