it is wrong
wanting and denying the passion play
being a player and refusing to dance
dancing the dream and forgetting the music
singing our songs and remaining dumb
all for the pride of a moment
the look of fear in our eyes
it is wrong
waiting for the traveler to come
knowing it is I that is travelling
knowing it is you that is waiting
and waiting for you to knock on my door
instead you walk into your room and the sun
and the green light of the leaves on ancient oaks wet with rain
all the passion of eternity
the power of the gods in our lives
we wait
I wait
you wait
and it is wrong
Copyright 1987 - Louise Ann Stowell - All Rights Reserved
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