~To see again~

Matriculated rhythm and rhyme,

Is the obsession I do to pass time.

Waiting is not my game but I,

Know that my suborn will,

Be attraction to the wait.

Time seems to stand at its will,,

yet my emotions drive me,

To the point of almost being insane.

Longing is a word while waiting,

Is always slow and undisturbed.

My patience is growing thin,

As I wait for you here again.

I fade into the night but always know,

That you are the one, my shining light.

I will rescue you from your dark towers,

and would openly wonder through the fires of hell,

To look upon your face and touch your grace.

Today is know, while yesterday is a lost,

Ray that has run away from the sun.

I long for the day that you arrive to me,

So I can show you how to see again!

~Inkmaster~