Waiting

With a soft wisper I count the tides as they rock back and forth over an endless sea of dreams with nothing particular in sight but with hope that its close behind I sit alone as i silently plead to be understood for my words to have meaning in this complicated world for what seems like eternity i sit there soft as the sky above i talk despeatly to which i dont understand only for those very words to be taken by the wind never to return to my tentitive ears again as darkness falls i sit there not afraid even in the shadows it is still the same so i sit there waiting....... still waiting.....