Waiting for Love

This morning the dark sun rode in the night sky, its black rays staining the earth
A voiceless rooster gave her nightly call while the cold fire burned on
The wingless bird of prey soared into the gathering gloom of the air
The eerie chaos lingered on like an aged baby's plea for milk

I sat like a grave site waiting for a fresh bunch of roses
The bitter tasting sweet summer air blew with great speed
The lightning roared and the the thunder suddenly flashed
It seems everything had swapped roles.

And yet I sat like the fool who sits by the river bank, sharing pleasantries with his reflection
An adder ran swiftly past me before three dogs went slithering by after it
What means this day? Or is it night? I know not
A ruddy looking boy took a bite of his drink and gulped a sip of his bread before my eye

And yet I sat like an oak tree, yearning to see another winter's egress
Why does this mule purr while the milk cow neighs?
Who made this pig crow and who let this bird grunt?
Senile and cursed is the eye that sees this evil
Why does my heart not beat when its still in my chest?
And all remains a mess, night is day and warm is cold until you return to me

And yet I sat like an old kite caught up in a high tree,
Waiting for the day you will choose to come back to me