The Moment of Anticipation

Does a weight tug at you
In that moment of anticipation
When all you see are hues
Of despair in sheer trepidation

Does your head start spinning
In that moment of anticipation
When you’re tensed and trembling
Reluctant to sense the reverberations

But lost in the blues of apprehension
Did you ever anticipate
That in the musings as you wait
The most treacherous rivers were sailed
The most soul-stirring art was made
In that moment of anticipation

© Ast7 and Stargazer, 2017

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