Broken Antennae
Still through the foggy mist of the night
Comes ringing love's sweet, incessant calls
Of crickets and creatures out of sight
Their warm hearts poured where no footstep falls
Yeah I want to hear them knocking too
Your footsteps breathing at the dorm's door
I wait to hear sweetest from the dew
Your whispers again, O I am sure
The phone will ring if you are now well
Yet all day and night the silence snares
The phone, time leashed me under its spell
Midst nature's noise, for you, love despairs.
No signal, no signal, its broken
The antennae of our world. And I
Shall wait like a saint waits on heaven
And dance if you laugh and never cry.
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