The Wait....

He stood there, waiting.
He hoped that she would come.
The wind rushed through his hair messing it up even more.
He looked up at the sky and saw the heavens above.
The stars smiled at him telling him to be strong.
He was afraid.
He didn’t know what to tell her.
He didn’t know how to tell her.
All he knew was that, he wanted to tell her.

He looked at his hands, they were trembling with fear.
He clasped them together, praying for this moment to freeze
His body was all numb, his imagination knew no bounds.
He wanted to tell her how much he cared.
He had never in his life been so unprepared.

He pictured her face and stared into her eyes.
He wished to tell her what she meant to him.
His heart was racing, he thought he might cry.
He wanted to make this moment last forever…..
… …”tell her. And make her mine”

Minutes began to pass like hours.
Finally she arrived.
He looked at her and felt as though an eternity had gone by.
He wished to take that heartfelt leap and tell her all.
He wanted this wait to end…..atlast!

She pointed her lashes down,
But he could picture her face.
She was smiling……

He opened his mouth, but spoke with his heart.
She saw his soul-
He was waiting…….
He put his arms around her waist and embraced her uncertainty.
She was shaking…..

He pressed his lips against hers and caught her.
For she was falling………………….

Scarlet Altar

Time's running out.

I tried to change my thoughts, and they once again returned to my day dreams. A name in the sand never lasts. The waves come in so fast and wash it way. They don't care. They know nothing of feelings. At a distance I see the sun rise towards the heavens. The clouds part making way for the mighty God paying homage to his greatness and worth. The sounds of the children laughing and the feel of happiness herald the sun's arrival.

But wait!. Why is it that I hear nothing?

Fear stains my memories as I reflect on this placid morning. I sit immobilized, waiting for Rage, Fury and Guilt to wrap me in their arms - consume me in their darkness. My soul being barred in a fashion most uncharecteristic of me. Are there answers in silence?. Or is the silence just you listening?. Can you hear what I'm not saying?

With the passage of time even unhappiness began to acquire a certain glow. Time was too fast. It forgot to take care of these unhealed wounds.It had too much of faith in this scarlet warrior. And here I am. Defeated.

Time's run out.