Like the waves of the endless sea teasing the shores
just a touch and go
the wait, the hope-
what is it that I am searching for?
maybe the time in the grains of sand
that got erased by the crashing waves.
I wait for those simple words
on days stifled by silence
I wait for the ray of moonlight
on nights without the stars.
The waiting game, seeking for the unknown
I play the waiting game, hiding from the known.
Awaiting the intoxicating impossibilities
and dreaming of the unspoken chances .
What is it that I am searching for?
The wait, the hope, the waves that touch and go.
unsung words 
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