To Be Born

Waiting, Waiting to feel the crack of thunder, Shutter through my bones. To see, The flash of white light illuminate my sky, For raindrops to touch my skin. Waiting, For my love to matter, For my decisions to dance with consequences, For reality to be sharpened, Finer than a Laser light, Waiting, Waiting for the dark to lift, For the Morning Sky, Waiting, Waiting to be Born. John Roberts