The words
long written
down: utterance
of promise
envisioned, anticipated,
desired....
delayed, deferred,
locked
in perpetual
abeyance....
yet ever,
ever held,
species of
hope
no despair
may dislodge.

Fulfillment of this
particular peculiar
haunting foresight
lingers
in long
gestation.

Fear stakes claims
of triumph
upon apparent
abject absence
of signs, of
wonders to herald
yearned-for
arrival.

Yet with gentlest
of breezes
worlds may
be changed,
course may be
altered, nudging
you imperceptibly
closer to what
awaits your
embrace.

Prophecy
steps over border
from ethereal
to actual
with movements
not often
detectable
to eyes such
as ours,
"eyes that
have never
seen a unicorn,"
eyes without aid
of light
radiating from
prophetic prayer.

Sight of
another kind:
necessary to see
footprints
of the wandering
dance toward
satisfaction
of this
long
lingering
thirst;
but seen
or unseen,
on goes
the dance.