Waiting In An Airport, For Love
Waiting… in… an… airport…
What is worse then waiting?
He sits and waits,
For the snow to cease falling,
So he can journey to far away places.
What is there to do?
Nothing of any interest of course…
He may sit and watch the magical flakes float on
Or he may create his own inspired dream if he sleeps.
He might lose himself to the repetitive beat of music,
That stimulates a rapid tap slap tap….
These time consuming activities are entertaining to some,
To him they mean nothing at all.
His brain is focused on much more than the snow
His deepest conscience, is focused on her…
She, unlike any other girl, means more to him
Than anything in the boring routine he calls his life.
The girl that strikes wonder in his heart, has no idea
I guess he still has to wait…
What is worse then waiting?
Waiting for love……. In an airport…
