Waiting for the bus

Do you believe ...

do you believe

in everlasting summer

when everything

is covered up

in white

Hidden promise

a silent whisper

in the darkness

of the early morning clouds

a hidden promise

in the reflection

of the light of heaven

in the flowing waters

of time

the wind is wavering

the flowers bending

a song is born

somebody's heart 

will wait

in patience

for as long

as it takes

because 

waiting

is part

of the promise

of love