I waited the first day
for the signs on the sky
cleared by the evening stardust

I waited the second day
for your face to show
in the oceans of gold

I waited the third day
for the touch of your hand
warmer than sunlight

I waited the fourth day
near the lake of solitude
where mockingbirds sang me tunes

I waited the fifth day
desparete for your presence
so esencial to my being

On the sixth day
I build a fire that touched
the stars for you to see

When the seventh day came
I was forever gone
for you would never come