Waiting in the Rain feat. Stan Borys

Charms
Charms
      Waiting in the Rain

Another morning, another day,
the clock unwinds on me alone.
Its hands and sedentary choke
hold my true love far from home.
Night-time ticking hollow echo,
nothing but the same.
Letters from a lover,
Waiting in the Rain.

Another drizzle, dissonance
once texture and rhyme.
Our inspiration,
once upon a time.
The tapping on my window glass,
nothing yet the same.
Letters from a lover,
Waiting in the Rain.

Waiting in the Rain!
Waiting in the Rain!

Another headlight in my bedroom
sweeps across the wall.
The pattern of the draperies,
the rhythm of her scrawl.
Soon her illumination on
nothing still the same.
Letters from a lover,
Waiting in the Rain.

Waiting in the Rain!
Waiting in the Rain!

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Author: eric@ericschuurman.com

Father, mechanical drafter, former musician.