waiting in expectation for you to pass by
to catch a glimpse of your smiling black eyes
quivering full lips so vulnerable in December
an unflawed timeless face begs to be remembered
waiting in expectation for your returned call
running after your incense in your gaited walk
youthful naivete' adorned with humble confidence
even precious and few moments are constant bliss
waiting in expectation the hour is still unknown
praying to reap the harvest of seeds that's sown
to hear your name is a choir of angels singing
waiting of expectation of a brand new beginning
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
