Wait

The morn is here, you said you'd come;
I have stories to tell, and news with welcome.
I'm ready you see, for you said you'd come
Your presence I feel, and my heart begins to hum.

I'll know when you come, I'll hear your tread.
Still I need to watch the road, for I dread
The unspeakable- what if this shred
Of Hope were false- Oh! I'd rather not instead.

I hope it rains, it'll settle the dust.
It mars my vision, for watch I must.
But no! Rain may defer you! I'll just
Bear the dust and my ears to trust.

Have you noticed? Time stops when one waits.
Otherwise, it just rushes in minutes, in hours and in dates.
O the illusions that this Demon-God creates!
But come you will, I know, no matter how late.

The noon has gone, soon dusk will arrive.
Its rather late, and I know you'll contrive
Some silly excuse, and then as usual drive
Me into the rage and from laughter to derive.

But come you must, for excuses or not.
Though punctuality was never your strong spot.

Now I think I'm compelled to watch the road,
For look if I not, you may never come home...