Patience is a Virtue

Watching. Sitting. Waiting.

The night outside creeps by. Soon daylight will invade and dark will again conquer.
The world lies huddled under swaddling clothes.
Waiting to breath again.
So passes each imaginary block of time and space.
Each moment labeled and tucked away.
Memories created from nothing. Important words forgotten.
It all flits away.

I will, at some point, see you again too. In a hushed moment
we will exist only for each other.
One day I will become spherical
and turn into Gaia with all of love poured out for one person,
as is the way of the culture.

Now the sky remains dark. The water is icy and the black is slicked with ice.
The wolves glare hungrily, feeling the want from society.
Snakes in darkness while the cats bathe in light.
Closing the bright lid, rubbing my eyes, my feet stretch to metal.
Muscles tense and relax as my eyes stay half closed.
My final thoughts of the day are on the spark in my future,
when I will see you and know your existence.
Each moment between here and then will be used sloppily
to rush forward the time barrier people have created; I will waste not
for the want of you.