what I wouldn’t give
to rise
from this window seat of longing
and brave my way into the gray
and through the gray
to part
the veil that obscures life from Light

drown this sorrow in your river;
crystal, to its verdant banks
let me kneel beside you
to quench
this terrible thirst won’t you
wrap your ardent arms like
pale branches over me around me
to shelter

if I were a bird, I would nest
in you, in your safety and
pluck the healing
from your hands
and place, honey sweet,
your promise
in my mouth oh to taste
your goodness

yet… this already but not yet
kingdom will not yet receive me
not yet

I must wait
face and hands pressed against the glass
peering, seeing only dimly now

I must wait
for your hand to throw open the palace gates
for your hand to lift the curse to lift my chin

write your name upon my brow
place your pledge on my finger
tuck your flower in my hair
adorn me in your promise

I will wait.