I pray under the light of tinted glass
Scan telescoped horizons for your mast
With gulls on the shores of all my lunatic chores
Calling, hurry up
Wary as complacency makes passes
Amorous in your absence
It’s late, my lover, should I let it go
Or wait for you to show?
Could offerings to crumbling shrines persuade?
I blow a kiss to Erato, she turns the other way
While crows on the wires stalk my carrion mind
Calling hurry up
Feeble as my apathy advances
Amorous in your absence
It’s late, my lover, should I let it go
Or wait for you to show?
Now I’m hollow
Breath, expression
Pressure and shadow
Unglued as I wait for your cue
Lark on the wind, do you have nothing to sing?
Come on, hurry up
Even as the irony enhances
I’m amorous in your absence
It’s late, my lover, should I let it go
Or wait for you in my anxious hope?
