I sit and wait, <br />On that hill top, <br />Importuning every gust of wind, <br />For an answer to that same question, <br />To sustain hope within. <br /> <br />Each day I sit and wait, <br />The ground shaped by my posterior. <br />Looking bluntly at that same wind, <br />Waiting to ask and to ask it again, <br />To ease my patient soul’s pain. <br /> <br />When will she come? <br />She who will ease my wait? <br />I sit and wait, <br />With that longing hope, <br />The same that has kept me alive. <br /> <br />She who walks with beauty and sagacity, <br />That from that insalubrious hill she will rescue me, <br />That she will calm my inquietude soul, <br />That she will that rebarbative question answer, <br />That she will that hope renew, make whole. <br /> <br />Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2007 <br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /><br />Christian Eliab Ratnam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sit-and-wait-for-her/
