“The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.”
Nuala O'Faolain

'Tis a beautiful night,
Rich in velvet and diamonds,
Complete with a nocturnal chorus
Made of
An infinite number
Of nature's male voices
Searching a harem out.
I sit upon my grandmother's old glider
One leg beneath me
While the other flexes and relaxes,
Pushing the seat and me
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
I am alone,
Yet not alone,
For I feel you close by,
If only within my heart,
And I imagine I can even
Catch your scent
On the warm and gentle
Mountain-born breezes.
I've waited my life
To know you,
And as you promised
I now believe I do,
But the time, though close,
Is still not right
For you to sit here
With me,
Listening to the lovers
Calling down by the pond
And high up in
The ancient willow,
But I am certain we will
One day soon.
So until then
I will remain
Patiently, impatiently waiting
In longing anticipation
Of you.

c. March 2016