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
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
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
