Reflections on waiting

I look in the mirror
and I see a young girl
behind the lines, spots, scars and pores
She is patient, but tiring
for she knows this brief hour
isn’t infinite
When will we? she asks
take on those big dreams?
When will we? she asks
share our full light?
When will we? she asks
be all we came here to be?
She patiently longs to be free again
And in that reflection
where young reunites with old
I see me
Before question and have to be’s
I see light, love and wonder
Peace, play and vitality
I gaze into the eyes
of the wise, wise me
and say
Now.
Now we will.
It is time.