In Waiting

It would be so nice to feel the warmth of your lips Before you come to take me away from here It hurts to admit, that the problem is That you’ve left me too soon, my dearest dear I’m not saying the spiritual world is all fictional That its only subliminal thoughts and desires People’s sensual visions appear to reveal That true love is eternal, and so it inspires To imagine a world of alternative kind Where the lovers and friends are together again What seems fictional, comes from the reality side It’s a case of creation we can’t understand But to believe in the things unattainable Is an innate capacity of the human mind What seems unreal can be real and available Depends on how deeply we feel it inside I know that it sounds complicated, my darling But it has to be so without you in my day I won’t miss your call the next time you’ll be calling One night you will becon, and I won’t delay.