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