What's The Waiting For?

[brendenthepoet]

I am waiting
For a letter from your pen
For the beckoning of your hand
For the coolness of your night
To cool my fevered head

I am waiting
For your steps to come behind
For your tears to wet the sand
For the stars to shine their light
And summon me home

I am waiting ever more
And then running farther
Farther from your doors
Wait for you; For you
To tell me when to stop