POETRY: Here I Stand by Reggie Drake

Here I stand.

Watching.

Days and seasons pass as green leaves fade into a golden brown,

And summer dreams transition into wintry memories.

Here I stand.

Waiting.

With headstrong persistence and unwavering resistance;

Probing through hidden realms within the immaculate reality of my mind's inner caverns.

A sphere of existence where I solemnly wait for a dream unrealized.

A dream only whispered within the darkest recesses of my psyche.

Here I stand.

Inflexible in my will and firm in stance.

Awaiting a perfectionists' dream;

A dream that has existed within the vastness of unlimited space.

Left stranded by negligible hands.

What happens to a dream deferred, a wise man once asked.

It erodes.

Like primordial settlements,

Archaic monuments,

And fading memories.

Here I stand

In wait of a dream I know has not left the minds of millions who wait,

Just as I do;

Watching the clockwise rotation of a timeless chroniker,

Patiently,

Incessantly.

For that second,

For that moment in time where necessity meets opportunity and the vision,

The dream; is realized.

I stand.

In the sanctuary against the incubus that has seemingly plagued my fathers and forefathers for a myriad of generations.

Long in search of an escape.

An exit,

From an accursed reality.

Watching,

And Waiting,

For the realization of a long-shared revelation.