By Mark A. Leon

Tear my flesh
Take my sight from their tired eyes
Cut me with your lines
Tear my dreams with the blade of failure
A hopeless devotion to the ideals of a life of meaning
Feed me to the lions ripe for the taste of fresh blood

I will wait
I will still wait for you

For now, I just want to get some rest
To lay my head upon this Earth and find the strength to live again
In this silence, I find comfort

You said life would beat me down
Bring me to my knees
Drown in my own tears
You scarred me with your frozen stair
Weakened my faith

Still, I wait
Soon, the winds of change will blow you me
A tidal wave of love
A tsunami of immeasurable beauty

Soon, our souls will fly
Without wings, but a span of passion
Learning, sensing, soaring
At that instant, infinite bliss will reign its crown

For now
For now
I will wait
Wait for you