Waiting By The Window Poem by David Wood

I waited by the window
My breath making a smoky haze
A pensive gaze the gate was open
I am but a caged bird waiting
The crooked path empty alone
Waiting for somebody to come
It leaves a sinister space
Leaves forming a golden carpet
Rustle

I waited by the window
Staring, looking over and over
But everything is still, quiet
I am waiting for her kiss
I am waiting for her footsteps
But all I have are my dreams