She Will Wait

a poem about truly unconditional love ...

She waited for me in the sunshine,
stood there for days, waiting on me
to wisk her away from her misery
as blades of grass cut her feet,
and she bled tears of curiosity,
red as fury, soft as l'eau

Leaves caressed her face
as she stood there waiting,
stood there waiting for the snow to cool
the fire burning away her patience,
till the bugs of anxiousness bit at her back
as she stood there waiting ...

and the orange turned purple,
and the purple turned blue,
and she still waited even after
to black turned the blue

and still she waited as the breath
of impending doom kissed her cheek,
and death's mystery sung out like a soliloquy,
making the silence seem to scream
out her worries to the night.

And still she waited even after her worries birth'd life
and she waited, and waited, and will continue to wait
until the end of time, and even then she will wait,
until the last day gives way to the last night
and even after all of this, she will still wait,
there in darkness, still ... waiting for me.