I'm waiting for the sun to burst
I'm waiting for the line to end
I'm waiting for the train

I'm waiting for her
For love
For she

I'm waiting for togetherness
Peace & Beauty
I'm waiting for the song to end
For my pain to hault

I'm waiting for art to show
On gallery walls

I'm waiting for the hunted
I'm waiting for my prey

I'm waiting for the food to cook
I'm waiting to bury my father with a puzzle

I'm waiting to kneel down infront
Holding hands

I'm waiting to caress her skin
To hold her hand
And lay upon her chest

I'm waiting for the sign
To Walk or Don't Walk
I'm waiting for the rain
To pour and wash my tears away

I'm waiting to help the helpless
The sick, the dying, the dead

I'm waiting for the year
I'm waiting very long

I'm waiting for the optimization
I'm waiting for the tour
I'm waiting for the day
And for the tap

I'm waiting for the dream
And the memory
The shared time
And the first dinner

I'm waiting for the night
And the scent

I'm waiting for the sight
And the touch

I'm waiting forever
Until realism is defined
Until moments are defined
Until I am pinned
Into my corner of make-believe
And truth.





© 1998 David Greg Harth
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