burst into life

Your touch failed to sink
below the surface, and
I am waiting to burst into life.
The past is lingering.

Lingering in this present; in your presence,
cursing
the future.

I am still holding on waiting
to burst into life.

Ruptured is the hope
swallowed in by the raging sea.

And as you stand there, watching
we count our last breath.

And as I stand here, watching
we count, our last breath.

Behind us, the godsend creatures
have stopped
cheering us on
and we,
we are still waiting
to burst into life.

gadistlena