Waiting for what is on the way
Wondering if it will make the light of day
Wishing and watching while you wait
But what are we waiting for
Flashes of black with white
Like silent movies hidden inside
Suddenly becoming a rainbow
But where is and what is at its end
Following its lead hoping to find
Watching along the way
For the signs that would lead astray
Staying on course without direction
Staying true without formal dedication
Truer than our life can allow
Could it ever be so bold
As to make our now new again
Capturing the promise of the colors
Wanting the gold but never wanting it to end

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.