waiting in the spring

I wait for you though you had never promised to come. my heart is praying. eyes waiting.I wait and I wait.

Waiting for you –
When the spring is ripe,
And the flowers carpet the path
Through which I hoped you would pass.

I lay my love with the flowers,
The horizon my eyes are gone.
My lips they chant a prayer.
I wait for you to arrive.

My body may be a trifle tired
And heart a little sad,
But the eyes are not yet sorry
They have hope in the path.

The flowers haven’t crumbled,
The fragrance not yet gone.
The birds may be a bit silent,
But the season of love ain’t past

A dagger seems to rip me
Of longing and endless wait.
But I lay my love with the flowers
For their beauty ain’t yet past.