The Delay Of Days Poem by Matthew Moser

Sad and heavy, upon me a great wait,

Blank and blurry, my eyes begin to haze,

Sand rushes, pulled by the sea,

And I wait and I pray, you will pull me,

For hours, for days, for weeks pass me by,

And lost is my direction, so lost am I,

Entrust me with care of your heart, for I hold it in my hand,

Let me be the ocean, pulling you sand,

If this is not meant to be,

But it is, I so believe,

And nothing,

Nothing,

Could stop our fate,

For your love, your hand, is mine to take,

And I am, as I always will be,

Waiting for you to come home to me.