My Wait

This life of struggle,
when does it end?
Why am I here,
with this bag of Karma,
building and breaking
with specks of sand,
vivid on the shiny bright sky.

Did You say You will come,
to meet me, as I sit here,
waiting for You to come to me?

You nature is shy and commanding,
as I shy away thinking of You.
And then, slowly miss your presence
and Flow.

Those waves increase as I feel joy,
and silence,
as I wait for You.