Glass

I would come to you
But you appear to be in a cocoon
Of glass
A shell of protection
A place
That I am not allowed

So I have tried banging
And shouting

I've knocked
And whispered

I've pleaded
But to no avail
So now?
Now I will wait. And no waiting like one who huffs and taps
Taps his toe on the cold pavement
But I will watch and wait.
Sitting in my green field, talking and walking with my Father in the bluest of skies.
And if you should ever come near
If ever to grace my presence with yours
I will smile and wave
And wait
For you to speak.

Waiting, trying, patiently