Waiting for the wind, his face
I won't be given it now.
Words throwing into the darkness
Painted warmly
I look forward to the rain, the cleansing
The kind that washes the patin.
Blue will make it from heaven
In your eyes
I'm waiting for the dawn, laughing
Above kissed resin
Silky dew smiling
The shy sun;
Later erstwhile fog
It's going to fall silently.
Then with silence, deep
Words will come
