The Wait
Sprinkles of time
pushing through
To meet in a day,
month or year
Everything comes
to a pause
And breaks the
promise that was so near
Colors of spring
kindle the sun
Petals of flower
cover the grass
And the man is
still waiting
Fearing for the
moments to pass
Days elope with
water in between
Brushing the
ocean’s shore
No one to see and
no one to feel
As if we were in a
war
The wind caresses
her face
On Sunday when she
goes to mass
And the man is
still waiting
Fearing for the
moments to pass
People engrave
their marks
In praise of her
beauty and things
Not worrying about
revelations
As if in the
company of kings
Daring bums
approach her with grace
The troubadour
polishes his trumpet’s brass
And the man is
still waiting
Fearing for the
moments to pass
Nights fall to the
ground
The days quickly
arise
Empty streets,
cathedrals and bars
And a walk in the
park in disguise
An eerie breeze
looms over
With heavy, steady
feeling, alas,
And the man is
still waiting
Fearing for the
moments to pass
The book says they
will meet
Wishfully before a
year
Whether here,
there, or anywhere
Be it in a very
far place or near
The story will be
revealed and told
In a golden cloth
of world class
And the man is
still waiting
Fearing for the moments to pass
Ramzi Albert Rihani
Born to a literary family among
poets, writers, novelists, and critics, Ramzi Albert Rihani has been writing
and publishing poetry since 1995. His poems have appeared in several
publications including Goats Milk Magazine, Poetic Sun, Last Leaves Magazine, and The Silent Journey Anthology. He is
a published music critic, wrote and published a travel book "The Other
Color - a Trip Around the World in Six Months" and has been living in the
Washington, DC area most of his life.
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