Waiting

This morning when the sun began With no joy to see Only the shaking of the tree I began to time the coming of your words The glee of error redeemed And love restored again in right self esteem. Expectant ... the bloom of day In the fusing of our flesh Like light and morning glory And the mountain was far away, and its ice Summit dripped drop by drop With seconds that does not suffice To count the lengthening brevity of day. The wind came and suddenly stop There was no footsteps after it Only its silence like a torn blanket around my heart The sun slivers away so the moon will come All that is left of the ice today I am such a little drop jn a swollen bulge of sky Such a clamor of the heart for things melting I have no more expectation of the sun And the moon is such a little drip of hope Cold and shivering ... the last dew hangs Waiting .... waiting Precariously like a heart in love And to think this moment My life depends on this How hard will the wind blow I hang for dear life at the tip Of a leaf shivering under the moon