Ode of A Silent Prayer

Whether I enjoy floating, or
You do.
I feel stuck between my wish and
Your closed door.
The sea is so vast to be forever to reach
You.

Your charm has always reached me,
The laugter and wisdom.
Dear, Love
You seem so fond of joking,
Sending me a hilarious thinker
In this chaotic time.

My days become short with fast-paced long to-do lists,
My nights become long of waiting for short meet-ups in my mornings.
In between you keep me float
While I want to keep flowing.

Beloved,
I am naturally flowing,
This time this river is stuck.
Please end this whirlpool.
Let me flow.
Let me flow.
Let me flow.
Or, just let me go.

Never answered--
Never replied--

Maybe it's been misunderstood.
Maybe the language is not preferred.
Maybe his signs are never for her.
Maybe she should think it's ok and it's over.

if he’s read the signs well enough, he’ll never think she floats