In retrospect

 is waiting healthy,

telling your subject of a body

that though the true king who made you

is already here,

you are to continue without an amateur king & 

are to wait for his return,

for him to take the responsibility

he has not yet taken,

to sit upon the thrown 

he has not yet sat in,

to put the crown on his head

he has not yet worn &

to claim the queen

truth be told he has yet to fall in love with, but

yet they all wait.

She waits for the sun and moon 

to rise in separate skies,

for days to pass and seasons

to change on separate earth's

all in his absence.

They waiting for a ruler,

who acts like their ruler

not the dark side of the moon 

never seen.

Yet, as life goes on

so does his adventures during

his disappearance,

lollygagging whimsically with 

ocean tides

that is different than most treading lightly on melting thin ice

almost frostbitten by the wind

that says

stay away from the shoreline,

but that's where

his people and lady waits,

never mind them and the kingdom

their in is one in the same.

All while she

waits for the dreams to stop

almost just as the room spinning had, but

she waits for the impossible to end it all at once & permanently.

They wait to be told to be somebody or something

other than nobody had told them 

to become.

When will this cycle end &

when will this retrospect be rational?