Waiting for a Sign

WSitting at the edge of time,

I am waiting for a sign,

A small gesture of kindness by the gods,

May be touch of a gentle breeze,

Or,

Smile of a blooming flower,

Looking around,

I am waiting for a sign,

In the shining of the moonlight,

Away from the stars,

In the sounds of silenece,

I am,

Waiting for a sign,

With the passing of time,

Looking at my rhytiding face,

I look at each memory with a distant pleasure,

A combination of pain and joy,

Scars remind me of my success,

Tracks of my tears write the story of my loss,

With a broken smile and a blind faith,

I am still,

Waiting for a sign.