Waiting.
Waiting, waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for the reward,
The prize that lingers
Beyond the next corner,
Behind the door.
Waiting for the call,
The voice of the heart,
Calling from the darkness,
Promises of more.
Waiting for the movement,
The sign for us to go,
A motion from outside,
The silent, secret law.
Waiting for the floor,
To open up beneath,
To feel its welcome breath,
The silence of its roar.
Waiting for the angels,
To spread their wings around,
Reveal a their wonders,
And open up the door.
Waiting.
Waiting, waiting.
Waiting.
chrisnelson61 
Powerful verses, Chris! Great use of repetition here 🙂
Thanks Tom, glad you liked this.
Always waiting… I hear you.
Great piece, my friend.
Thanks, Michael, I thought this might resonate with you.
All so very true and excellently expressed Chris.
Thanks, Bruce, much appreciated comment.
Great imagery and excellent use of repetition.
Thanks, Mark, so pleased that you could visualise this.