Waiting

Slowly but surely years of barriers and defences are tumbling,

High walls built to hide behind and cower are now steadily crumbling.

An overwhelming sense of protection towards you engulfs me,

An urge to take on all that you carry, to share and set you free.

A desire to merge with you and make two separate entities into one,

To lay side by side in a meadow, synchronised in mind beneath the sun.

To lose myself in your deep dark pools and drown in there depths forever,

Your eyes the doorway to your mind and soul, the gates to my elusive heaven.

On and on I will knock so as the doors to El Dorado will open before me,

To plunder your city, where your memories and experiences are golden, all of which I yearn to see.

I will lay camp at your entrances as if I am an army in a siege surviving a war,

The anticipation of seeing your city rather than just a drawing shakes me through to my very core.

No matter how long it will take, time will have no hold and you will find me standing in wait,

To help guide and protect you on this winding, steep path to one that is even, clear and straight.