It’s not easy waiting…
patience may wear thin when you know the end of the Play
is just that and nothing else,
to bear fruit is a personal habit for the seed of a hope
while the breath of the soul and the well-being of the mind waits
its easier to smile when not knowing the given moment
fear, jealousy and anger have few places to hide
they are mere obstacles begotten from the semen of vanity
ill to the beating of the heart,
the body is only troubled when movement is uncertain
to see is precious when unable to
and to taste is sensual when received and given free,
distant from the inability to recognize another face’s authenticity
unable to view their judgment unless spoken,
it’s inevitable to mask self-awareness in dark places
for light is offer swept up in the wind like a flower’s pappus
only to serve as seeds for the want to exist.