Waiting
Spring awaits its equinox of rebirth
where bluebells display a bed of blue haze,
vivid hues dazzle, delight, upon gaze,
nature cloaked in emerald’s green fresh earth
and I too wait …
Winter awaits its solstice of the sun -
nature rests in silhouettes against light
with season’s monotone palette in sight
that diminishes when nightfall’s begun
and I wait …
New year awaits, held breath, for chimes of time
saying farewell to old - embracing new,
dreams flutter, like confetti, to pursue
as I sit to ponder upon a rhyme
my heart and I still wait …
Alone, lonesome, am I with thoughts to muse
over many seasons that have so long past -
how have the years vapoured away so fast?
Am I at its mercy with all its ruse?
and yet, wait do I …
Cloaked in theatrical shadows on the
great stage of life where I play out my scenes
against the backdrop of changing screens
will I ever shine as the brightest star?
I still wait my heart and I …
I wait to be Romeo’s leading lady
and not a miscast as fate should dictate.
I wait to be someone’s queen not a pawn
when the flow of time is but a stalemate
and I wait, wait, wait …
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2024
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