Wait

used to dream about waking up my sleeping heart

it woke up with a roar

it rained and poured for a year that turned and twisted

lives packed into one

and with a slow aching dramatic spiral

it went into its cave

now i stand at the gate

waiting for it to move

to make a sound, to look towards the light

i reach towards it and it cocoons further

so i sit at the gate

and wait