Waiting as
water trickles
trails in
shattered splintered
silken lies sliding down
barriers of sullen rain
Separate, I stand
hand hidden.
Waiting
wondering
as creation
wriggles, rosebud
lips suckling seeking
unformed unpractised sounds
slip
across barriers of protection
Separate, I stand
hand on glass
Waiting as
empty echoes
isolate shattered creation
Separated now
I stand.
My treacherous hand
betrayed me
with one blow.
LtCdr 07.05.2011