Monday Poem: Eternal

Eternal

Down here, we let the dust
run through our fingers
as we wait for rain to fall.
We hear voices on the wind
and see stern faces
in the beards of the clouds.

We search for reasons
and find them hidden, encoded
in the world’s secret signs.
The stars tell us stories
as we wait, nervous, for the dawn
to shine meanings on our dreams.

Poised, ready for motion
we begin at the point
where the world ends
around us. We start
where all else ceases.
At the heart of the silence.

The end of eternal torment
torments us.
The end of the horror
of eternal bliss
brings comfort to us.

We wait in empty space
nothing above us
to raise us up.
Nothing below us
to drag us down.
We wait only
for an end to waiting.