Awakening the Waiting

Through the stretched out limbs of a winter tree. An echo walks

with footsteps of life. Each thought bends beneath its spell. And I'm left

hanging outside of time. Who are you that awakens the waiting?

You paint the dawn with fire and hush. I reach for you,

but you're already gone. Like a mirage that never gives in.

Beneath the rain that sings in verses. I chase a sound with no

boundaries. In the slow heartbeat of the cosmos. You are the

note that always returns. Who are you that awakens the