The Wait

Ticking clock, withered leaves,

adorning the streets, grey clouds

bedecking the sky,

emblems of the cruising time,

 

A lone soul, sat on the bench,

under the trees shade,

her beautiful eyes brimmed

with titillation, ransacked

the path leading to alcove,

her rosy cheeks ,tainted

apple red, as she blushed,

her hands kneading itself,

in eagerness,

 

Ticking clock, snow alluvion,

icy cold breeze, longer nights,

jingling of the church bells,

emblems of the dragging time,

 

A lone soul, sat on the bench,

under the trees shade,

her beautiful eyes downcast,

like the early morning dew,

tears bedizened her face,

her cheeks ,devoid of rosiness,

tainted ivory white, her cold

hands ,vainly endeavoured,

to escape from the numbness

 

Ticking clock, blossoming flowers,

green leaves adorning the trees,

clear sky and blazing sun, chirping birds,

emblems of the sauntering time,

 

A lone soul, sat on the bench,

under the trees shade,

her beautiful eyes, resigned

with acceptance, her skin's

pallor re-attained, her hands

gripped the railing, as she

heard rustle of footsteps,

her eyes searched for its ,

source , her face lit up

with a smile, as she found him,

her breath left her, as she

sprinted to join her love,

 

Ticking clock, scorching sun,

term ends, longest days,

emblems of gliding time,

the wait had concluded