Cora Windover

Blind

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 ...