Here in the half darkness I sit
Listening to the lonely hum of my soul
Growing tired of waiting
Waiting for what I wish to taste
Yet the plate seems so far away
My mind is a table for this fool's game to be played on
And my heart is part of the puzzle...
Then I find you...
Something almost perfect
Something almost able to feed me
And I am suddenly in a new world
Where I find myself laughing in your presence
And forced to sigh in your absence
And the funny thing is
That your hours seem like minutes to me
