The Waiting Man

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Looking left,
Thinking right,
Waiting for the time of my life
With hours in my hourglass,
Stars in my mind,
I can play with the sand
All my life,
And still house
The beach in my eyes,
And forbear my indulgence.

Frolic with the wind,
Juggle with my luck,
Yet hope for you
To come down that bus
To put me out of my misery,
For hopeless I am
Without your love,
And hapless when I
Find no luck.

Every step that falls
Is a heartbeat I console,
When I don’t find you in faces,
Every hum is a piece of music I propose,
For my restless heart then races.

And pounds for
What it’s about to see –
A glorious story unfold,
That is to come running down to me,
To wrap me with her arms of gold.

I wish to plant kisses galore,
Kisses like never before,
For every second
Is like a dagger in me,
Why can I wait no more?

I run so wild
Underneath my hide,
Thinking of you,
The time you’d alight,
I swear I would then hold you tight
Against a waiting world of lovers,
Who pull through every single night,
The weight of their lives on their shoulders.

And tell them –
“Silent prayers are heard,
When impatient eyes search for love
And those who have prolonged the most
Always deserve what they get.”

Open the gates!
For a thousand mates
To come gushing down the river,
To usher in a swarm of warmth
For all those waiting people.

There it is!
That screeching halt!
Tarrying on the tarry asphalt,
Pushing through all the tedious things,
That were trying to hold her back.

My heart skips a beat
When I see you,
It skips the fleet
Of people,
To meet you –
I come back to life.

Now you are here,
But I am still there
Where I was,
Held back,
Restrained by a world
That keeps me in check,
For they are ashamed of
The things I might do.

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