the moment.

i await for that one fine moment of nothingness
when i can face the beauty of unfeeling
as you share matters of yours and hers
in our little conversations of speaking

When will the moment appear?

i listen to all your thinking of the moment
as it changes along time fluttering by
i listen to the words you have spoken
i listen to the tears drop as you cry

When will the moment be clear?

i still feel nothing of the nothingness
i still feel the want to share your woes
i attempt to find you the light among the darkness
i seek for you the open at the close

When will the moment be near?

i want the moment to be here.