I think of the hand in the watch
Counting the moments of time
When the day will appear and you
My future shall walk in my present;
I find myself sitting alone in my room
As the shade dances with the summer
Breeze and I stare aimlessly at a picture
Of the one whom fills my heart with love;
I close my eyes for a moment so that I
Can imagine her here with my head in
Her lap as she gently runs hers fingers
Through my freshly tightened locs;
I want to exhale and yet I fear that
If I do then my dream shall no longer
Appear and the one who comforts my
Days shall disappear at dusk’s arrival;
I wipe the tear that flows down my
cheek and I go of the inhale that fights
with the current running through me
when I drag my fingers over your smile;
and I lay back on my bed allowing the
smile to direct me to a place of peace
knowing that in days ahead my dream
of life together shall finally appear;
Counting the moments of time
When the day will appear and you
My future shall walk in my present;
I find myself sitting alone in my room
As the shade dances with the summer
Breeze and I stare aimlessly at a picture
Of the one whom fills my heart with love;
I close my eyes for a moment so that I
Can imagine her here with my head in
Her lap as she gently runs hers fingers
Through my freshly tightened locs;
I want to exhale and yet I fear that
If I do then my dream shall no longer
Appear and the one who comforts my
Days shall disappear at dusk’s arrival;
I wipe the tear that flows down my
cheek and I go of the inhale that fights
with the current running through me
when I drag my fingers over your smile;
and I lay back on my bed allowing the
smile to direct me to a place of peace
knowing that in days ahead my dream
of life together shall finally appear;
