“Waiting”


The rain falls down from a black velvet sky and a
lonely figure is sheltering beneath an old oak tree.
The rain intensifies and breaks trough the leave roof of
the mighty wood giant, yet the figure remains still as if
his mind is on a separate journey.

He is contemplating his sorrows and his dreams.
For he has lived a live of solitude and despair,
but dreams of the light in the dark.

And here under this oak in this terrible storm he stands,
stands to find a purpose,
stand to find the root of his pain,
stands to find redemption.

If his spirit will ever return with the answers
I do not know, but one thing I know for certain.

His body will be there waiting.