Wasting and Waiting

June 14, 2009
By Anna Lisa Falzone BRONZE, Manchester, Massachusetts
Anna Lisa Falzone BRONZE, Manchester, Massachusetts
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The night is alive,
The trees do sway,
And waves roll in,
To roll away.
The wind is calm,
And whispers breeze.
It cools my cheek,
And rustles leaves.
No one does know,
That here I am,
On stone beach wall,
Above the sand.
Just wasting time,
Just waiting for,
The lighthouse there,
To cast the shore,
Just once or twice,
Or four times more.
Just wasting time,
Just waiting for,
The night to die,
Then be reborn.

The author's comments:
This is a poem I wrote shortly after having my first book of poetry published this spring called The Beautiful Life. I often wish I had thought of this prior to publishing because it's my favorite piece I have written. I like to think it's about what being alive really means and about growing up. Hope you enjoy.

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