I can’t wait for the day
When you will awaken
And squint in the cold paleness of the sun
To behold the light that has faded
Behind dark turbid clouds
And smell the flowers
That have died in your arms.
You will rise and falter
And your quivering legs
Will be your pillars
Which will balance your torso
Against the marauding winds
Which will blow the dead sands
Into small tornadoes swirling
At your toes.
You will see us
And know what we have done
And you will fight back.
Like two lions in the dust, we will clash
Until you stand victorious
And we lie slain and unmoving
In the fragile grey unyielding soil
Bloodless, breathless and bereft of life.
I can’t wait for that day
For the sun will shine once more
Because you asked him to
And flowers will burst from the barren earth
Because you willed them to.
Light will flood the firmament
A breath will burst out of the inanimate
Clad in the million splendid colours of life.
The dawn will come, resplendent and brilliant
Pregnant with new stories
Told in the language of fluttering wings,
Whistling winds and swelling river water.
This will be your world
Your theatre of vitality
Where the stage will be set for your presence
And your baton will command the music of dreams
A rich orchestral prelude set to the rhythm of time
Rising, rising in a rapturous overture
Until every vacuum is filled, every void engulfed,
Every hollow overwhelmed by the glory of your song.
The seas will part and stand muted in awe of your magnificence
And then you will dance...
You will dance...