I am
waiting in the wings unable to fly shadow
the rock oddly positioned and made permanent by the winds of time
the hasty over-zealous outpouring of emotion and tenderness
the wasted void of yesteryear
the ghost of your room, cold and barren
the waiting of time to reverse
the watcher of clouds and sky and sun
the beating heart of the breeze through my blood
the fossilised wreck of a brain folding in
the whisper of hope in the breeze
the collapse of control
And yet I am
a hope carried in seed
flourish of light on barren abandoned tarmac.