The Wait

A lit Lamp in a Dark room
with a Single window
Open to the moonlit Sky
Open to the curious Wind
Which enters but never leaves.

Lamp lit on a Single book
Archives of other lessons in the Dark
Their Secrets sleep for another Day

The Single Lamp
Follows a Single strain of Thought
On a Single lingering note
Of the Music
Which will bloom into a Symphony
When the Light of the Day
Comes in
And the Secrets of all
the Archives
Lie open to the World.
:)