Here I Stand

by jimowensjr

Here I stand,

waiting,

waiting for the winds of inspiration

to dance across my face,

to cool my brow

and dry these tears.

 

Here I stand,

listening,

my ears straining against the deafening roar of silence,

hoping to hear the echoes of what was,

Apollo’s sweet melody,

vibrating within my belly.

 

Here I stand,

watching,

staring into the glare,

a vigilant watchman,

alert,

peering into the mirage

wiping my eyes of the grit

and dust

and sweat,

ever peering into the horizon.

 

Here I stand,

waiting,

waiting for that someday

when voice and vision,

wander from the parched desert of dismay,

when the the fire becomes but gray ash,

scattered by the breeze,

to sit once more,

upon the verdant grasses,

beside the still waters of oasis.

 

 

Here I stand.

Waiting.

 

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