Coming, Searching, Waiting
3.27.08

I’m coming for you—
coming, searching, waiting
for the day that hides within the leaves
painted in Technicolor dreams
on a midnight canvas
I’m coming, coming; searching, searching

(yearning.)

searching, searching—searching for
sunshine rays that twinkle at night
like (falling) stars… so make a wish
I’m searching, searching; waiting, waiting

(praying.)

waiting, waiting—waiting to find
behind which tree you hide
who has stolen you from my grasp
and I wonder and search and wait
(by now my muse has deserted me,
her auburn hair blown from her face as she
f l o a t s a w a y ,
as if in a dream)
am I dreaming?
. . . nightmaring . . .
wake me from this horrific slumber, wake me
please!
don’t sit by and listen as I scream and thrash in my sleep
. . . please?