Fay Slimm.

WAITING.....

 

Waiting.......

 

If this place in which I write is owned as real
it seems odes and myself are two
sides of three faces.

Each word has its meaning and is part of a tale
which might well be translated as
trio-parsed phrases.

Out from my core I catch first breath of Muse
who since noting reaction warns
intent to relate.

Lipless the language that fills a blank canvas
as she bequeathes me semantics
before they escape.

Fancy, in guiding to other dimensions takes 
poetic minds as She knows the value
of space made for waiting.