Waiting for the Sun

How soon will the sun shine?

The distant horizon is glowing.
Clouds roll out as I watch.

My patience has left my heart.
I need the moment to arrive.
My angst is new and oppressive.

The waiting is frustrating and slow.
With the sun, I’ll find a direction.
With its light I will see life again.
The day that’s coming is what I need.

I am distracted as a goose flies by.
While I am looking away, the moment comes.
I feel my hopes lift and blossom.
As if I were a flower turning to the sun,
I lift my eyes and weep no more.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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