Waiting

It’s like a sunset
Waiting long
All day for a glimpse

Or I should have said
The dawn or
Fleeting rainbows

Musings in the air
Bouncing words
That soon dissipate

Rules, rhythms, rhymes
Demanding beauty
That I couldn’t catch

But we writers try
Try again
Searching for the answer

Did it mean something
This poem
You read, that I wrote?