Waiting for a miracle
a love poem
I must have fallen on the highway
with the highwayman they say
waiting for a miracle
waiting for that day they say
I must have been waiting
waiting too long for the lover’s sweet sweet song in blades of Whitman’s sweet leaves of green green grass
waiting for the day they say
I must have been living, living for the day
waiting, waiting there while I pray
at the Western Wall
where we all feel small they say
I must have been in your dreams
living in the naked truth
in between eternity and the sands of time
that I waited to evaporate into the future
that never came
awaiting a miracle
waiting for a miracle
again
they say…
Baby, I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting night and day
I didn’t see the time
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some
But I was waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
