time is running wild
and fast
my heart is beating like
a drum of
the natives
the sands are consuming
their own
grains
i do not know where is the
door
all windows are closed and it is very dark
it is a night without stars
it is a roof without a leak for rain
time is jumping to another
side
light is coming and
i have a hint where i must go
for now
i am in complete
ignorance
about what happens next
and this is
the happiest part of my life
uncertainty in the darkness of my night
waiting for the light.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-light-3/
