Bruce Cockburn
Looking & Waiting
looking and waiting -- it's what I doscanning the skies for a beacon from youshapes on the curtain, but no clear viewof youyou're a warm bright window lighting up the rainI catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remainoutside where the shadows pool and bleedchimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot readlooking and waiting -- it's what I doscanning the skies for a beacon from youshapes on the curtain, but no clear viewof youyou're like the leaves that come down from the treesa suggestion of a springtime to becrunching underfoot outlined in frostfull of promise for the return of something lostlooking and waiting -- it's what I doscanning the skies for a beacon from youshapes on the curtain, but no clear viewv of youlooking and waiting -- it's what I do
From Letras Mania