of those who wait

Glow in the dark stars

won’t forget to shine down 

on those who wait until 

morning to look up—

even when separated 

by light years of space.

And hand-painted tapestries 

will learn to memorize 

the fingerprints 

of those who wait 

as they brush back 

and forth, the scent of rain

from the barely cracked window. 

And the dappled light of April  

will fall through eastern windows

for those who wait

in a world

where black and white roses 

will once again bloom.