If you were but shy I would be pleased
For questions asked you wholly unseen,
Without answers would ease my burden.
Or is your visage denied of portent?
This dear brother to my dread,
But if and perhaps it's true
What have I done to arouse your anger?
Surely my crime should be noted.
Ah, painful silence once more.
My voice my only comfort.
Hoping only for your notice;
My heart the chain that binds me.
Mistake this not for complaint
Although none rush to join me,
Against your craft I may not win
But consolation is my boundary.
If play we must then so I will;
I am not inclined to refuse you.
Only, first a moments rest
Before the game continues.
L. Kelly Waters