waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
be your super hero yesterday’s dream exploded bursting the bubble the bits & fragments ricocheting off the walls creating a sound that penetrated the day piercing the noiselessness shattering the fantasy a small voice called for help but could not be found