Waiting For Glory
One love parted by seven seas.
Prevented from holding hands by two oceans.
Separated by time and place.
A love here waiting to be freed.
A lost ship finding its way through the motions
Faithful in crossing time and space.
Life: painful, without her bliss.
However, there’s eagerness in captain’s kiss.
In imagination he sees
The collision of two distant continents;
The un-parting of all the seas.
Sacrifice time – wait for six moons to arise.
For on the seventh, waterfalls will evaporate from his eyes
Life – revitalized – shall begin.
As his lost ship reaches sea shore and comes home to rest once again.
Copyright © Corey Brown | Year Posted 2011
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