Sunday, February 12, 2012

Fading Fragrance

Everytime I ask for
Soothing and understanding
I am greeted by your ignorance.

Out of sight;
Out of time
The minutes allude you.

A lady in waiting
Grows Impatient
Waiting on the truth.

Is it all in vain?
Or can a stubborn tree bear fruit?

Far from Eden
This love is paradise lost.