The air is charged with promises
of what’s to come
and there’s a secret
in the opacity
of the noontime shadows
blinking with
songs of the impossible
ultraviolet light
beats down
on both the faithless
and the waiting
and I
ever fretful
but ever hopeful
surrender the power of my hands
to the best thing that can happen
I’ve touched
and so moved
my rooke
across the chess board
I close my eyes
and hold still
with bated breath
I have no more cards
left to play
no more frivolous caprices
left to sell
sitting wrapped
in the inertia
of the suspense
in between my final gamble
and my reward

…waiting for your love…