Waiting for your call
Sunday, 29th March, 2009, Mbabane, Swaziland
I am waiting for your call
Eager like the hungry baby for its mother’s breast
I keep waiting, my mind and eyes glued to the clock
I am hungry for your call
Like a starving man for his last meal
My expectation is sky full
I am aching for your voice
Like a singer outlawed on her vocation
A barren field of emptiness churns within me
My mind is restless with the love of you
Like the confused beauty of Swazi mountain ranges
I desire the stream of your being to cool up my worries
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