Awaiting

awaiting admittance . . . and judgement . . .

  She stood before the heavens' gates

                         awaiting admittance,

            yet ne'er was nor to be granted,

         no matter how many savored

       tastes she perceived,

            she would and always would be

           but another spirit resting restlessly

         beyond the heavens' gates,

                                    awaiting admittance . . .

  Once did she attempt to step foot,

          not with one limb but two,

     only to be denied entrance,

              and left to wander about,

                        awaiting admittance . . .

  Never did an invitation come,

         never will it come,

       yet if you would

         do so much as to

               spare a glance,

       you would see her,

    forever deprived of rest,

                  awaiting admittance . . .

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of enchantedwillowtree of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

What a nicely constructed piece of writing!

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks, Anne!

[Pax]

oh how dark it is... its just like waiting for eternity...
suffering in vain...
well done!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Pax. I've written this for my newly beloved, so it does indeed have a special meaning attached to it.