When Will the Day Come?

I sit in the foyer of an abode, staring

Out a window that holds a visor of clarity

In the care of a sky as blue as the sea,

The midday sun hovering years away

From the gardens beneath; the roots

Giving life to the wooden arms above the surface

And the life that is breathed in abundance.

I sit there, my arms resting upon my knees,

Stalked by the foreboding silence I find in

This foyer, unsure whether to stay sitting

Or to get up and commit to some form

Of physical movement, whether to lie in wait for

Something to come up my radar of activity, or

To let myself drown in the frigid seas of boredom,

Gripped sternly by the claws of fear and hesitation

As the darkness from the prison cell pulls away

A little more of me every passing day.

As my eyes gaze upon the hidden world beyond

The glass of the looming window,

I find myself asking questions that

No perceivable response can give,

Nor care to offer an opinion on,

Yet nonetheless, end up asking anyway.

Will the Day ever come when

I can escape the prison that holds me?

Will that day ever come when I can stop

Worrying about the possibilities of what

Might not come to pass and instead visualize

The future of what can happen?

Will the day ever come when the fears

That misconstrue my perception of life

Vanish like rain on the windshields?

Will the day ever come when I can set aside

The pessimism that lingers in my soul for

An optimistic lens to look through?

Will the day ever come when I stop

Acting like the hermit I refuse to be

And become the adventurer that I only

Dream of becoming, slaying the dragons

Of my past and saving the princesses of

My future? Will the day ever come when

I stop latching onto the past for present decisions

And leap into the well of the uncertain tomorrow,

Where any decision I make will be made with strength

And ambition instead of caution and concern?

Perhaps the Day will come when I find myself

Traveling the world that isn’t my own backyard,

Making my power plays on the goals of

This short mortal life:

Seeing the sights in real life rather than photographs;

Witnessing the solar phenomena of the century

In person instead of living through the

Eyes of the Google searches;

Sailing the seas of the known World,

With people that will never cease to amaze me;

Watching the nebulous stars of the night shine

As I rest in Gaea’s abode with friends as a mellow

Tune envelops the range of our hearing;

Going to landmarks and countries I only heard of

Through the experiences and tales of those that

Are not my own personal memories?

Perhaps the Vatican? Or Pisa’s Tower? Or walk

Along the stone bridges of China’s Great Wall,

Feeling the finished accomplishment of

Thousands of men a millennium in the making?

Or see the Coliseum of Rome, where gladiators

Fought amidst the revelry of the crowds in attendance;

Or maybe see the Athenian Acropolis in daylight,

Taking in the sight where old gods walked and fables

Were etched into the annals of history;

Maybe even stand on Paris’ Eiffel at night,

Overlooking the nightlife of Parisian culture;

A night stroll through the world’s many wonders

Without a stressful care in the world.

Maybe, before the Sun sets on my final day

On this world before the Journey Beyond,

I will find myself in the arms of someone worth

Calling my ‘significant other’; one who finds

An abundance of comfort in the vicinity of my soul,

Excluding the physicalities that make up my outward

Appearance; A girl who is willing to put up with my faults

And my flaws with grace and patience until Death knocks

On my door, his carriage parked out front, his pale hand

Stretched out to take in my own and lead me to

The Elysian Fields; A woman willing to Love me

As much as I will love her: Fully, wholeheartedly, and with passion.

I am aware that such a connection does not happen in the

Confines of a day, but rather stretches across a calendar of time

That we are both willing to grow; A wise shade who can lead me

Through the nine circles of Hell, my compass leading through

The seven terraces of Purgatory, as well as my

Nine Celestial Spheres of Heaven; A treasure I could not

Bear to live without, no matter how strong I may be;

My eternal light in the sea of darkness.

Maybe… Just maybe…

Before long, a tap on my shoulder returns me

To the world of the Now, my eyes now gazing

At the violet empyrean enveloping the Sun.

Time has flown swiftly through my fingers and

Now dusk is closing in fast.

With a deep breath, I rise from the foyer and

Head for the entrance - my exit - that leads to the

Outside world, my arms stretched wide and ready

To take in the extremities of life itself...