Waiting for God
By Connie James
With deep rutted creases
Along, over time
Her eyes must have seen impressive sights
And her hands must have touched,
her lover's visage
Her lips must have kissed with a hunger
Impossible, she thought.
A hunger from within the sighs!!
And being kissed in return, with love
Having that human touch
Touching her heart
As she, hollered, in the ecstasy of her nights
And her hair lustrous beautiful
Sweeping fingers through to touch...
Now a mere negative reflection of white
Instead of the gloriousness of long & black
Pensive sitting, wondering where the years have swept by
Left in memories of a time that's passed her by
She must have loved with abandon,
in the days of her life.
Happiness from every orifice pouring
From the light in her eyes...
As she danced through her nights
Exuding the laughter
Scintillating in her eyes...
Hysterically
She must have laughed until it hurt
holding, her sides hilariously.
And she must have cried in sorrow some of the time.
When life's disappointments crossed her path
And surely, she must have wished to be happy.
That happiness would last a lifetime.
When she cried through the darkness of her nights
As love passed her by!
In sadness, tears flowing from her eyes.
Now with memories intact, you can see
Turning in her mind's eyes...
Where once in her lifetime life,
was well full of fun...
Now only memories exude from, her mind's mind.
Sitting in her own world
Indignity waiting for God
In a symphony
Still beautiful!
