The Wait

 I can feel the words coming, the words that I have been waiting for.

The right words, good words.

I cannot hear them marching over the hills and mountains.

No clip, clop of little feet

but i know that they are coming.

 

The best words that i will ever right.

Pure and honest.

Real thoughts that will become words.

 

I realised it at the dead of night,

the changeover from one day to another.

That's when i knew.

Now i wait.

I warm the keys until they come.

Until they arrive.

 

Kill time with normal, ordinary occurances and incidents.

Smiling at strangers and flirting with women that i do not know.

So i sit on the beach and wait for those waves to come, come

crashing in.

TO WASH ALL OVER ME.

ARE YOU WAITING TOO?