Illa Expectat

And it seems she always will...

She waits alone,

Her heart bound tight
To a burning hope.



She waits for time.

But time cannot wait
And so it flows on.



She waits so quiet,

For words find others
And do not reach her.



She waits so long,

Once built of flesh
Yet now is pure glass.



She waits in vain,

For something futile
Never to occur.



Why does she wait,

Bound to a hope
Only fools cling to?



Why does she wait,

When now as glass
She will surely break?