Near this quieting shore, <br />You left me sore, <br />Sitting in this restless tomb, <br />Now I lie on the floor, <br />For just an hour more, <br />Looking through a window in my room. <br /> <br />See, you left me here <br />And still I stare <br />Up at these hot-air balloons, <br />Floating near, <br />But way up there, <br />Rising to those high blue moons. <br /> <br />See, you told me straight, <br />For me to wait, <br />And I do <br />Through a dozen types of sky, <br />I watch spring nymphs mate, <br />Closing winter's gate <br />And this may be my summer goodbye. <br /> <br />I give you one last chance <br />For one small dance, <br />And I really do implore, <br />I've waited too long an hour <br />In this ball gone sour <br />To wait one hour more. <br /> <br />And if you come, <br />My sugar-plum, <br />I will sweep you into the blue, <br />A delirious wonder, <br />Sweetened by thunder, <br />And every Neverland hue. <br /> <br />But if you don't reach, <br />I'll flee this beach <br />And wave from my ship adieu, <br />I'll no longer wait, <br />For it is getting late <br />And I'll have some catching up to do.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/longing-this-last-hour-of-waiting/