I would wait a thousand summers To be with you Curling up in the gangly grass Drinking drops of dew Letting time fly by Like crickets on a saturday night Here in the music of my summertime Dripping honey off snippets of rhyme Waiting for the sound of your soft feet Waiting for the sweet voice calling me Feeling your vibrations through the meadowland Reaching out for your warm hands I would wait for you beneath summer skies For you to open up my eyes But, what is this place That you have left me? Sinking in the icy cold Jolting to reality Ice crystals forming on my cheeks Remnants of these past weeks I will not wait here in this winter snow There has to be somewhere else I can go I will not wait for you in this desolate land I curl around my cracked hands Waiting for a sign to point me north Waiting for your reasons to break forth Feeling nothing through the hard cold ground
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