Looking & Waiting

looking and waiting -- it's what I do
 scanning the skies for a beacon from you
 shapes on the curtain, but no clear view
 of you
 you're a warm bright window lighting up the rain
 I catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remain
 outside where the shadows pool and bleed
 chimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot read
 looking and waiting -- it's what I do
 scanning the skies for a beacon from you
 shapes on the curtain, but no clear view
 of you
 you're like the leaves that come down from the trees
 a suggestion of a springtime to be
 crunching underfoot outlined in frost
 full of promise for the return of something lost
 looking and waiting -- it's what I do
 scanning the skies for a beacon from you
 shapes on the curtain, but no clear viewv of you
 looking and waiting -- it's what I do