Waiting

The sliver of moon awakens and calls me
A silent hope on a dark night;
The harpist dreams as he plays
Songs of a lost twilight;
The stars they shine so pretty
The clouds move like a turbulent dream;
And all I do is sit here and wait
For the heart that I never had to return.

And as I sit here and wait
Hoping, burning, dreaming
I realize. I remember...
And the stars they shine..they blind me
And once again I find myself open
To the cutting romance of pain