WAITING

I may seem to sleep But my heart is awake – Listening – Waiting for a single word of inspiration * Waiting for Prometheus To hand me the torch Before irredeemable Time Takes the life from this weary body * Before the light is lost By the breaking of glass – Before the imminent dissolution Of this shimmering, flickering life – I wait for the immortality Of that potent force * Let me love deeply once – Give venue to the healing power of fuller love If not by the libidinous course of nature Then allow my progeny be thought left * Thought left upon the page – Words grave and noble – Ideas – To grow in the minds of generations unborn