I suppose we've all been in this place at one time or another...wanting so much for someone else and yet in a place where we can only wait patiently.

Photo Credit: Taylor Ryan 7/05

Waiting For You What is this place he has driven me to… A purgatory of confusion… Limp and helpless awaiting a refurbished spirit. I am so unaccustomed to this space where minutes become eons accumulating viciously as the ticking reverberates in my ears. Focus has abandoned me. I am adrift and even the moon eludes my vision, dreams clouded by wrenching solitude. Aching confusion competes with streams staining cheeks and lips… Suffering silently as if to appear brave… Attempting to understand, yet crumbling within From unspoken turmoil. He insists I have a strength he has never encountered. One that defies the cruel realities of life. Choosing instead to face them head-on, In favor of a love so pure. But the silence is a greater challenge than threatened pride or uncharted waters. He looks to the earth for catharsis, And I am left behind Questioning my own reserves, And need to nurture, comfort, and listen near. Would it be different if I were in easy reach… Is it the miles that separate that force him to seek nature’s arms Leaving my wanting ones behind? I am calming now, eyes drained and tired... Yet the raging silence remains a burden, Almost more than I can bear. Perhaps in sleep, if it will come, I can watch over his hours of solitude. But before I fade into the night, I will impart undying hope to that hollow place he is now, and wrap him in my arms embrace so that he will feel the shelter of my strength. Fill that longing space in my heart, Surround him with my love…. Protect him from harm And bring him safely home. ~~~~~~~~~~ Taylor Ryan 2/06 © 2006 Taylor Ryan (All rights reserved)