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.

Blind Faith

Last night was full of pain,

People insearch of hope,

Unaware of how and what they want,

With their gods on their back,

Confronted with the hopeless,

Nothing was achieved,

A few lost hope, a few lost sight,

Some still had their gods on their side,

While all wait for Abraham to rise,

Until then the gods continue to be praised and worshiped,

With a blind faith,

For a reason unknown to them.