Waiting…
February 16, 2009
Dark, cold breeze against my bare feet.
Through this restless night, I wait.
Unfamiliar faces smiled and passed by.
Still waiting for you until the moon is high.
Here I am with my own will.
Wondering about you still.
When will you show me your face.
As the moon rises with grace.
I am still here and I am waiting.
I am waiting.
