I know that when Love was born, the Earth cooled;
The storms dispersed; The minerals softened;
The roiling seas stilled to a gentle roll.
      There is a bleakness that anticipates
      great events, as if nothing wants
      to invest itself in the useless moments
      before the transcendence.
And once more, we find our lives so empty:
      What is it that we are waiting for?

Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.


12 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. lovely reading each day we wait for new happenings some bad and some good but one thing for certain they happen somewhere everyday xxjen


  2. Beautifully expressed. We often want something so deeply, or fear something so greatly, that we are left immobile at the prospect of what could happen. After the fact we look behind us and wonder how differently things might be if we had only found the courage to move or make a choice. Sadly, none of us seem to have learned from this, regardless of how often it happens.


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