The Dreaded Wait
 
Never it appears when I want,
Never it comes when I'm looking,
Never it appears when I need,
Never it comes when I'm searching.
 
When I'm not looking it does appear,
But its only a tease, nothing more.
Whatever appears when I'm not looking,
Disappears just like before.
 
Leaving me with only a glimpse,
With just a drop of hope understood,
Enough to spark a flame of pain,
There is no oasis in the wood.
 
Just a mirage clouded by trees,
Never will I know when it will show,
The length of waiting mysteries,
Never will I predict to know.

R.S.