the waiting

we are always waiting

waiting our body to be filled

filled by another body

another flesh

another beat

high hopes in high clouds

we say:

here’s my body

here’s my soul

here’s my shell

wide opened

a shelter.

The Shelter.

yet, this is not the time of my body

higher the clouds higher the fall

land your body, straighten up and walk.

maybe our body experience some sorrow

it’s nothing new, only hurting

a few dreams burned

and a singed body

we close our shell

and then

a new waiting starts