WAIT

Batting my eye lashes i keep waiting. Wait seems eternal, untouched and unperturbed by the tide of time. Like the glow of a diamond under the volume of the ocean. The nature of the wait remains concealed from me, giving me a glimpse of its glow here and there around the corner of a bend down the lane i travel. My wait as i percieve it now is for the key to unfold my destiny before myself. That destiny of mine which i am destined to behold.