Alice in Waiting

Alice waits
And passes time
Waiting for one
Who breaks the line

She is for those
Who wish to see
Life is
Whatever they want it to be

Waiting for you
Waiting for me
She merely exists
To simply, be

A flower dies
A silent moan
Still Alice smiles
Up on her throne

She feels no pain
On letting go
For death exists
If she makes it so

Perhaps one day
You and I
May sit by Alice
And simply, be

Whatever we make
And wish to dream