Waiting
Sitting by the seashore anticipating the imagined.
Wanting to know the future, but scared to look ahead.
Nothing but the sound of waves breaking the shore.
My thoughts are like thunder.
I can't take this anymore.
I stand to my feet and turn to walk away,
but something in my heart is beckoning me to stay.
Then from out of nowhere comes a whisper in my ear,
"The waiting is over, I had to come, I'm here."
We gazed into each other's eyes
then shared a tender kiss
I'm so glad you came my darling.
Could it be I am imagining this?