The Waiting..

Here again, you blow up in my face.. from nowhere.. spreading your sparkling laughter of joy.. bouncing like a glass of shivering, fresh juice.. waiting on.. and waiting.. on.. but what for, I wonder? A motion, glimpse, smirk, or attention from moi? Never!
Lost in your waiting, you are.. while spending my precious seconds waiting for you to come clear,  watching you with those darlings of yours, sadly but hope-ful-ly..
I’ll be waiting in my little spot, my golden circle.. You’ll keep me in my cage indefinitely.. we’ll both suffer.. but I’m not coming.. so, it’s up to you..
Here I am.. waiting in the light of small suns stuck in the ceiling.. having a cold-hot cup of something.. waiting.. and wondering less about your indecisiveness.. but, waiting on.. awaiting.. believing It’s up to.. You.

Transfiguration

I’m leaving the world now, not for ever, but to sleep.

In a full of wonder feeling, you come to my mind, whiff under my sheet, sneak under my pillow, then rest in peace on my heart beats.. once up, once down.. once up, once down.. until we rhyme.

I wake up, like I’ve never slept. You, come again to move me, once up, once down.. until you softly rest my eyes into darkness..

Yet, your shining face, in my lid, sparks me again, brightens my room, awakens the windows and drifts their lids, all dancing merrily, for the arrival of your memory, beside my bed..

I turn over, to the other side, once again, back, face, north, south..

Over and over.. You, appear..

Till when, my dear?