Waiting For The Light Poem by RIC BASTASA

time is running wild
and fast
my heart is beating like
a drum of
the natives

the sands are consuming
their own
grains

i do not know where is the
door

all windows are closed and it is very dark


it is a night without stars

it is a roof without a leak for rain

time is jumping to another
side

light is coming and
i have a hint where i must go
for now

i am in complete
ignorance
about what happens next


and this is
the happiest part of my life

uncertainty in the darkness of my night
waiting for the light.