THE WAITING
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
Fairy winds blow such whimsies
Dusting pleas to far away galaxies
A king is to come in glory
He returns for sure who knew me
As a thought stirred in creation
As a breath whispered in oration
A host of angels
For rightful destiny assembles
He is coming again
This king, creation to regain
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
THE WAITING © gillena cox 2015
Waiting for something good... or not
Will link also to The Tuesday Platform
