Waiting for Tale

The sweaty sheepish waiting is on. The twilight sky is all topsy-turvy with clouds and oblivion. With infrequent glimpses of the moon lone the four decades old heart still yearns for a tale of its own. In terms of light, luck the road had been starvy. So what it can still have a the beginning. So is the waiting... waiting for the moment ripe and right. While the darkness deepens into another night.