The Wait

Sleepless nights for a thousand lightyears, the wait is still on. The acquiescent clock ticks and watches!

Time passes by like the nimble wind, the watch reminds me of time crawling through a musty woven fabric.

There is dust-laden upon my window panes since long, walls of shadow built! Stars have burnt out their last!

Celestial actors have tirelessly glowed to re-lighten the cosmic stage during their heavenly performance.

Seasons have been trespassers, but Martha, you have not shown up yet! I believe, the patience is still on!

The old clocks tick! Wet rays of the setting sun, the algae-stained rocks, and the spider webs still raise hope!

My mind inside the green veins of young leaves still soaks the wetness of moist earth like a thirsty caterpillar.

The tiniest creatures continue to ridicule me in their burrowed breaths, and the timeless turtle smirks aloud!

My insomniac dark hollow eyes stare at your absence with patience even today, Martha, for the wait is still on!