Until

The moment i want

Hand out, stretching to tend
As hairs stand, bending upright when
The air around, turns to canvas white
Imprinted in the long reach of time
I look to see the grain in your eyes
I see all of you,
Music of melody plays to us
Lingering on even more than possible
Smiles both grips
Tending to dreams of losing hope
Those fleeting nights awoke and thinking
What can i do, what can I do
Now its here, hands out and waiting.