Waiting For The Light
time is running wild
and fast
my heart is beating like
a drum of
the natives
the sands are consuming
their own
grains
i do not know where is the
door
all windows are closed and it is very dark
it is a night without stars
it is a roof without a leak for rain
time is jumping to another
side
light is coming and
i have a hint where i must go
for now
i am in complete
ignorance
about what happens next
and this is
the happiest part of my life
uncertainty in the darkness of my night
waiting for the light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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