Sensing it’s there

waiting for me,

but knowing not what

not where, or when

What will return?

I await with trepidation


I thirst for the answers

and for the truth

locked up tight inside.

My spirit is yearning

for the freedom there.

Tentatively I wait.


I’m weary now,

come now with haste,

reveal to me what I seek.

For now just a dream,

of no new revelations

of the day I will find peace.