Waiting

I stand by the window
looking at the grassy meadows
I am waiting.
I stand below the trees
closing my eyes to feel the sunshine
I am waiting.
I stand on the roof
looking at the distant land away
I am waiting.
I stand in a closed room
feeling the coldner of walls
I am waiting.
I am still waiting for the one
who is the dew drop on grasses
sunlight among the trees
who calls me from a distant land
and me, from the four wall he frees!
I am waiting.
But may not this wait
turn too late!
May not my tears turn dew drops of grasses
May not the sunlight be the fire
as my soul passes...
I am waiting,still waiting
To be loved with love whhich never pauses.