By Shannon McKenna
Everyday the same pattern
Time is a numbing feeling
Watching the waves wake in the morning
The same old fog clouding my view
As I wait, Wait
The silver ocean, like crystals forming together
Masking my sight
The mist on my skin tickles my nose
Sending my giggle across the vast sea
But with a sigh I look back out
And see a faint light
Among the gray clouded audience
And I wait, Wait
For him to return
Another day passed
Still he is not in my vision
Time passed by me
I will wait for him till I die
Another day sulking in gray colors
Again a little light cuts down the top of the sky
Hope still running through my veins
Walls of water separating us
I hear a sound in the distance
A ship has found the port
I smile and wait, Wait
He has finally returned home
