Seasons of waiting

A  shadow sits alone
on a hollowed out log,

in a place that's never had a name

waiting....

The moon swallows the sun,
daylight vanishes,
and still the shadow sits alone
on the same hollowed out log
in the place that's never had a name

waiting....

Seasons melt away,
Springs drip into summer
summers into fall
falls into winter
and still the shadow sits alone
on the hollowed out log
in the same place that's never had a name

waiting....

More time passes,
and there are no more moons to swallow the sun,
and no more seasons to drip into the next
and still the shadow sits alone
on the hollowed out log
in the place that's never had a name

waiting....

Limping by is a broken creature, one who's heart has become entangled in wounds and woes,
discovers the shadow who sits alone
on a hollowed out log
in a place that never had a name

waiting....

In a act of kindness the wounded creature sits down next to
and embraces the weary shadow
who sat so long alone
on that hollowed out log.
in that  place that's never had a name

waiting....

through dry cracked lips the creature leans in
and whispers sweet soothing words to shadow
and the two entwine,
shadow is lifted from the hollowed out log
freeing her from the place that's never had a name,
the wait comes ends

Shadow and  Creature proceed forward as one
following a path to a sweet place that's always had a name
leaving behind the hollowed out log
an orphaned child of  'wound and woe'.

P.Najafabadi
2011

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