This poem is part of- Puppet on a String, an anthology by Destiny to Write Publications. Free copy of ebook can be downloaded by visiting the below link:http://poetrybybarrymowles.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/puppet-on-a-string-new1.pdf
Listening to the silence
In the quiet of the night
I am waiting
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking
How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up
Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up
At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking
How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up
Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up
At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up
