WAITING FOR.........

I'm waiting here  like the blank page .
Breathing in silence; to the darkness
I write the intimate pain, -the hours of
Lust and the minutes of lost daylight.
Forging the strangeness with the voice,
That whispers the memories of song, 
That has transgressed the law and order 
Of olden days by echoing the sadness 
Along with keeping together  the instinct, that
Need to be explained against the ethics or metaphysics.

I have lived many years, through many summers 
Burgeoned with leaves and flowers.
Yah, I can still remember  the crabs on the shore,
Running towards the waves of frothy ocean ,
Or the turtles, hiding under the swollen beach
For desired warmth, expectation and to leave
The future amidst unknown.

The endless beating up of the windy night,
The tiny sparkles of the stars, and thrifty moonshine,
Carry the tomb in the chest of shadowy darkness forlorn.
Upon the blurring line between  the salt and shore,
Planting the hope of death and oblivion,
I wait.like the paper, to be written by the 
Hands of  smooth sleep, till the end of the blinding 
Treachery ,drifted belief and  restless invasion.