I watch the swinging of the pendulum.
Counting the seconds,
Waiting for the phone to ring,
Wondering if you are all right.
I flip through the pages of the book,
But it's your picture that is drawn across my mind.
Maybe you were tired and fell asleep,
Or maybe you are lying on your bed,
Waiting for me to call.
My fingers dial your number as though they were made to do so.
I hear a ring and hang up,
So as not to wake your parents up.
I wait for another two hours,
Restless as the hands move round on the clock
My eyes are heavy now,
I need to catch some sleep.
I'm sure, by now, you too must have fallen asleep.
"We'll meet in dreamland, my love." I convince myself.
Now I'm on my bed,
Wondering when I'll get to sleep with you in my arms,
When will I get to hold you close to me?
When will I be able to watch you drift away into slumber sweet?
When will I get to kiss you goodnight?
I yearn for moment when I get to whisper into your ear,
"I love you."
I say to myself, "Soon."
