Not Yet...

Not Yet...

As invisible as a spinning propeller,
An unseen force,
A quiet thing of power,
Mighty change upon my winds.

I can't give voice just now,
Yet hope is rising like the Sun,
A thing perhaps good,
Intangible at my fingertips.

If the reality comes,
Only then,
May I speak...


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/06/2017