Waiting it is

Is it my fault
There is a extended space and time
Lengthened by rhyme
In which my heart yearns your awakened shadow
Gripping for soothing intentions
That ache i long for

Is it my fault
I recite the hymns
Said to be floating adjacent to life
Interconnecting a single tear to a harsh cry
I die in song
And resemble the rebirthed soul

Is it my fault that i love unconditionally
And just like the flower
Expanded and emptied
Completely parched in all its splendor
Watered carelessly
Soaked in irrelevancy

Waiting

To be plucked
Inhaled
And adored

©Vernette Harris