Silent Song

In the early morning hour Cannot get me off the bed I must go and take a shower Still I’m lying here instead Crows are croaking, bells are ringing News keep waiting for my eyes Where are you, and your sweet singing, What is left to idealize? Not a sign of you this morning In the room and in the hall You should know that I’m yearning Where are you, I call and call With each minute I sense clearer That I wait a bit too long Out you are, although still near With your silent morning song..