photo by sarah hawker

I'LL WAIT

By Sarah Hawker

A paper thin sky rolls above me

the color of a dirty old dime

shot through with airplanes and telephone wires

and electric neon signs

It's four in the morning in the city

and the red brick is shadowed to brown

and the tin cans and the footfalls and the plastic bags

make a restless hollow sound

I'll wait when dreams don't come easy

and the night is sleepless and long

without you I'm going crazy

I'll wait for you to come home

Tar paper curls at the edges

on the rooftop where memories are hid

and I whisper your sweet name to the winter sun

steam rising from my lips

If I could fold the umbrella

of time that keeps us apart

I'd let the rain forever fall on my face

to be once more in your arms

I'll wait when dreams don't come easy

and the night is sleepless and long

without you I'm going crazy

I'll wait for you to come home

SARAH HAWKER © 2006 ASCAP