I am the one who waits each day for each days surrender, and for the night with its brief escape....from the prison of this lonely need. I can hear the blood course through your veins, a rushing wave in a distant sea, and the sound of your pulse beating, a constant ticking in my ears, counts out each second fo our seperation....each hour of my longing. I am restless in my hunger, for our perfect union....but I must wait for night's release, and your loves' surrender.
