waiting

Poem poem come to me Fill me mediocracy Open my eyes and fill me half For i have just an empty glass Held here right, In my hand left Griped on so tight it changes clef Down to base, Tiptoe on the floor All cows eat grass but my glass is no more Poem poem come to me Fill me with the desire to be Satisfied, romanticized To end my bore i fantasize Tick clock the mouse froze still Waiting and wishing on a will A will to go on, to strike hour one But noise filled time and won Never quiet Never loud Never lonely Never crowd I miss aloneness And the desperate stillness Overwhelming love Imploding down above Becomes too much Of what i always wanted An excess of happiness Makes this house haunted Restless, Longing rest But never wanting to break In the fear of breaking What i can never make Poem poem come to me In a flash and set me free Imagine my imagination When you fill it with creation Leave no cell unpainted As I daydream untainted Filling time with emptiness Waiting waiting on cleverness One last stretch Until the next look up down to the ground one last final time around Round the clock till all is stopped When the next waiting win Can begin.