skepticism

the whispers still

on the misty hill

while I fold my arms

and pray

I hold in a scream

for hours it seems

while I wait for dawn

to break

Show yourself!

I sing aloud

as the trees

bend in the breeze

the branches shiver

then still

as I hold my breath

waiting

on that misty hill

a fire burns inside my soul

hoping I will achieve my goal

to call the Great One from the sea

but the only one I see is me

I wait for hours

but no one arrives

I leave dejected

with a lonely sigh