A poem for you.

It was an ocean so deep,
Full of things only love can sweep.

One peep and you know its deep,
All things worth, I thought I should keep.

After a min of fleeting doubt,

I thought its time and took the call
Took the step with all I had,
Jumped, but never did I land.

The fall felt like days, sometimes even months.
And then I did the thing, I thought best.

Ceased the fall and arrested the run.

Now all I do is wait, wait for the time to ripe,

Wait for the flowers to bloom and birds to take flight.

Its not as bad as it sounds, the hope of all things beautiful is profound.

Wait’s a teacher, im told.

Time’s the key, for things to unfold.