I'm waiting by my log fire while the hours fly by,
while the stars during countless nights fly in a spry,
I'm waiting for a woman from routes afar -
the one putting my doubts and fears on par.
I imagined a wandering snowy flower
and dreamed of a tremulous, mocking laughter,
I hoped I would see my beloved come this hour,
through woods, across moors a snowy night so sought after.
Happily, I wanted my dream to hands bear
through the brush over there where my cabin stands mere;
and raising a joyful shout to the lady:
Welcome you, without you, everything has been so hazy!
I'm waiting by my kiln hours while suffering
while the woods singing and the skies go.
I'm waiting for a wanderer from routes far to show -
my beloved, the love who about I am stuttering.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
I'm waiting by my log fire while the hours fly by,
while the stars during countless nights fly in a spry,
I'm waiting for a woman from routes afar -
the one putting my doubts and fears on par.
I imagined a wandering snowy flower
and dreamed of a tremulous, mocking laughter,
I hoped I would see my beloved come this hour,
through woods, across moors a snowy night so sought after.
Happily, I wanted my dream to hands bear
through the brush over there where my cabin stands mere;
and raising a joyful shout to the lady:
Welcome you, without you, everything has been so hazy!
I'm waiting by my kiln hours while suffering
while the woods singing and the skies go.
I'm waiting for a wanderer from routes far to show -
my beloved, the love who about I am stuttering.
