Patience
By Rashmee Sharma

I tripped last night at the somber patience
Walking past the wholesome day
my soul laced with helpless laughter
A pure apocalyptic disheveled moment,
taken over by the wind of roses
Breezing through the enchanted lake
I mirthfully walked bare foot
Wanton steps on the grass needles
tingled tenaciously at my soles

There it was, a transparent silhouette
outstretched arms waiting in patience
As if to foul my newfound love
Not now dear! Not now!
I hear the words whispering &
smothering my resolute pleasure

Why not?
After all I am free and your claims
no longer hold the grounds
You flew I want to fly too!
I whispered aloud all in one breath
but stopped half way by cold lips over mine
Not now dear! Not now!

I heard the patient echo over and over
Giving in to the persistent patience
I took the waiting hands and walked
hand in hand, polite but curt
It seemed like an eternal journey

Barefoot on the crunchy leaves in
the forest, velvety darkness,
his hands around my waist
as if to subdue unseen shivers
We wandered through the
rabbit roads leading to the
ocean. In the distance I could hear
the laughter of the oceanic waves

Sudden yet gentle stroke on my spine
tingling soft flurries on my cheeks
neutralizing that inner warmth
and gently withdrawing hands
smilingly deft fingers brushing
my hair, the voice said pointing
to the crashing waves of the ocean,
depth, desert, dunes, death, and
a dirge for you. All in this ocean
Now is the time.
Now my dear! Now my dear!