anticipation
the wait finally over
stars are in my eyes
magnificent blooms
in halls of expectancy
moonlit windowpanes
sing my nightingale
your love song at the sunset
......
This is the face of one returning,
distracted by something not present.
Unreceptive to the old proposition.
Attentive, but at an angle,
to the figure of a woman walking
by the entrance of the office tower,
her right arm swinging, the wrist hinged,
the other arm slightly bent at the elbow,
not quite stationary, not released,
......
anticipation
the wait finally over
stars are in my eyes
magnificent blooms
in halls of expectancy
moonlit windowpanes
sing my nightingale
your love song at the sunset
......
This is the face of one returning,
distracted by something not present.
Unreceptive to the old proposition.
Attentive, but at an angle,
to the figure of a woman walking
by the entrance of the office tower,
her right arm swinging, the wrist hinged,
the other arm slightly bent at the elbow,
not quite stationary, not released,
......