I waited long and hard for you: A poem 

You tell me, to my joy, that I am yours 

I have been toiling hard, with all fours 

But never did I beg or knock on doors 

The unicorn always heeded to the lion’s roars 

I fell like Alice into a time warp’s rabbit hole 

The lost and desolate millennia, out in the cold 

Nor red carpets for lonely me were rolled 

Perceval learns blood and sweat’s wisdom is gold 

Even the highest mountains can’t touch the sky 

But in earth and fire our joint destinies lie 

There’s air that’s fair in the humblest clayware 

Jupiter is very benevolent, he is no snare 

And we can stretch our arms all the way to Neptune 

The legends are no myths, if we understand the tune 

I had my work cut out for me, so I didn’t cast the rune 

This endless hopeful waiting for you and fortune