"Anticipation" 2 - 24 - 06
with a weight that never drops
i stare into thoughts that always pop
into a mind so blank yet longing
for a desire that's always haunting
yet like a ghost i cannot catch
the action that could possibly match
the things so wanton and never sought
a need unfulfilled, butterflies uncaught
as the heart quickens with realization
at the sight of possible salvation
lungs do heave and hearts grieve
for time is on hold with distance so cold