Monday, December 20

Will She Come?

by }X{Angel}X{
all evening he waited
anxiously eyeing the clock
retracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival

kneeling before a crackling fire
adding another log
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight

the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her

the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her

the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
sat open
and sweet
waiting for her

the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
waiting for her

his hand
stopped a moment
over his heart
and lovingly fingered
the prize there
hidden away in his pocket
where it lay
waiting for her

taking the ring
from its secret place
he gazed at it
mesmerized by its shine
by what it stood for
soon he smiled and
softly slipped it back
to its repose
where it lay
waiting for her

seating himself back on the chair
he resumed his vigil
over the fire
over the wine
over the clock
over himself

and he sat
quiet and lost in thought
waiting for her

1 comment:

  1. Will He Come?

    all evening she waited
    anxiously eyeing the clock
    retracing her steps
    over and over
    counting the minutes
    until his arrival

    kneeling before a crackling fire
    adding another log
    she rose to check again
    her preparations for tonight

    the thick sheepskin rug
    lay lovingly spread before the flames
    waiting for him

    the book
    the one she longed after
    in that tiny shop downtown
    rested on the warm stone hearth
    waiting for him

    the wine
    that special bottle
    from a few years ago
    late fall harvest
    sat open
    and sweet
    waiting for him

    the glasses
    her best crystal
    sat sparkling in the firelight
    waiting for him

    her hand
    stopped a moment
    over her heart
    and lovingly fingered
    the prize there
    hidden away in her pocket
    where it lay
    waiting for him

    taking the ring
    from its secret place
    she gazed at it
    mesmerized by its shine
    by what it stood for
    soon she smiled and
    softly slipped it back
    to its repose
    where it lay
    waiting for him

    seating herself back on the chair
    she resumed his vigil
    over the fire
    over the wine
    over the clock
    over herself

    and she sat
    quiet and lost in thought
    waiting for him

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