Waiting

Part two of "Observing".  

Waiting 

The minutes, the hours, the days, the time... passed 

I counted each tick of the clock swing fast. 

My feet both buried deep into the ground like tree roots in soil; 

I hang in the air till the brave day sink in devouring boil. 

I close my eyes, gently close my eyes. 

Perhaps so I could see he's not a worthy prize. 

I went to dark places and empty spaces, 

Travelled the lofty trees, looked for his traces. 

But still here I stand, empty-handed less noble than when I started. 

I think twice: is it time to give the sweet whisper of the departed? 

I consulted the great wisdom of the ancient; 

I asked her in my blue prime: "tell me how can I untangle myself in this doom?" 

A shiver in my spine; she said "stop now if you don't want to be a hospital patient." 

I chuckle in grief, why does unhappiness always lie in unwanted gloom? 

And now autumn's leaves sheds its purple skin in the street 

His beauty and charm I begin to forsake. 

His voice echoing far-away; once again fate commands me to retreat. 

Duke of my heart, I plead I can not for one more time break...