In Waiting

My feet are blistered by a thousand miles
And few sights
Meaningful moments
That write themselves caught up in life's rhythm
The beat that's blooming now
Afresh
Anew
Hot sun
Clean slate
From here we can see forever
From here the world holds only pearls
Branches stretched out overhead
Across the rolling clouds
Blossoms the color of pure sun
And yet another puddle after so many years
The mud hasn't changed
And the world is still here
Nothing has fallen from my screams
And the fire of my sins is small
Here I wait
Impatient
Pensive
Breath held
And here I am ready for the sun to come