Miss You

Like the desert longing for the first drop of rain
A wasteland without hope, desolate in its track 
I miss you 

As famished as the polar bear for the first light of the sun
Gasping for breath, a breath of life 
I miss you 

Like a bird caught in mid-flight without wind 
A screeching halt echoes, as it spirals down a chasm
I miss you 

As restless as a monarch in its cocoon 
Sitting and waiting, til a true butterfly it becomes
I miss you 

I am caught in a prison of desperation
Counting every second, pining until it ends
I miss you


Feb 9, 2007