Sitting around waiting,
waiting for a sound,
a sound that never comes.

Staring out into the distance
waiting for the color,
the color of your lovely hair that never graces my eyes.

I sleep
dream of your eyes and their clear hue
a hue, I've only see in a dream.

I wait
I sit
I think

My heart skips a beat
my breathing slows
anticipation grows
only to crumble into oblivion.

I wait,
wait for something I fear will never come.

The sun sets painfully on the horizon
the reds and blues taunting me.
Another day has passed,
another day with out your presence.

The mournful violets dance across the sky
a silent reminder of my dreams, destroyed.

Orion gleams bright in the night sky
laughing at my crushed hopes.

Sitting around waiting
waiting for the sound
the sound of your voice
I know I will never hear.

I laugh, what idiocy this is
hopes, dreams, love
the unmistakable signs
of childhood foolishness.

Staring out into the distance
waiting for the touch of your hair
a touch I know I will never feel.

I sleep
and dream
of the idiocy that is me
a foolish heart that wishes to cling to a dream
a foolish mind that can do nothing but hold on
a foolish child who will not let go.

I dream of a dream I am told does not exist
for love has forsaken me.
Hope has left my life
but still I dream for dreaming is all I can do
to stay alive.

I sit
I stare
I sleep
I dream
I am foolish
And I will cling to my dreams.

For I know you are real.
You whisper words in my dreams
words of love that seem so true
I am foolish
but foolish is how I will be
if only to be with you.