Longing for
days
No it did
not come
Yearning for
months
Still no
sign
It should
have arrived
Arrived few eons
ago
Arrived when
it was needed the most
Arrived when
there were cascades flowing
Arrived when
a twinge became a throb
Arrived when
the soul was starving
Arrived when
it became qualm
Arrived when
it screeched
When it was
tore apart
When it was
looking for a shade
When it was
burned downright
When it
clasped and clinched
When it
grasped and gripped
When it was
meek and gentle
When it was
drained and drowsy
But it did
not come
For ages it
hasn't
It may not
come now
Or come all
void
Oh look
there it comes
Hails in all
its grandeur
A tree did
not die in vain
As it
participates in its splendor
The hands
that made it
So wise and
noble
The eyes
that envisioned it
So moist and
heavy
It reached
here safely
Did not get
lost on its way
A kiss in a
box
Is all that came…