If Only I Waited

If Only I Waited

Some things have to be done
slowly
Like watching the setting sun
lowly

It's the art
Of wanting something so much
You're willing to watch it
disappear

It's the art
Of wanting something so much
You'll wait to watch it
reappear

If you're not patient with a sunset

The vista will exhale simmering breaths
Waves of rising,throbbing heat swaying restlessly
Blurring
Everything along the outline of your skyline

And your heart will hunger for heat

The sun will sink beneath distant heaths
Under a blanket of mountains and hills, carefully
Colouring
A margarine afterglow along every silhouetted incline and decline

And you will not see beyond the despair you feel

Nature will paint a masterpiece
Of light and shadow
On an endless canvas of radiant space
Just for you, a beauty to know

And you will walk away before it is revealed.