Standing on the cliffs of time, I wait.
Waiting in this ever-changing game we play, I wait.
Looking across time and space, I wait.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for us.
Waiting for that moment.
A moment that I wonder if it will ever come.
My heart thuds to the pulse of life.
Time continues ever turning and my blood rushes in a fierce cry.
Time is sacred. Valuable. And fluid.
Like a withering flower I wait and wonder,
Though waiting was never my style.
I stand on the cliffs of time and wait.
Waiting for the promise of tomorrow.
And a message from you.