On Waiting

Winter, yearning for the sun
  Wades through ice and storm
With frost-bitten toes, but not
  Without reason;
Waiting for life, for flowers, for
  Water to move and caress
         Once again.
Waiting for lovers to see
      Light and beauty,
        To feel
Warmth and breeze
        To taste the dew
        To smell the freshness of the air.
To know love, and to know it well.
        To seek,
        To believe,
        To hope.
Oh, to hope and to dream
And to awaken in reality shaped as that dream.
         To kiss a butterfly's wing
and to soak up a field of flowers
         To run,
         To dance.

To be free.  To be free.

To taste the sweetness of love.
To drink in endless intimacy.
To know--Not to think--But to know.
~Joie Versaer Dantia