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