Anticipation

I have been waiting for you
with the cup of my youth;
And you are wandering,
begging for a mere drop of nothing!

I am all set with the musical instruments,
on this full moon night to sing for you the love song;
But you are knocking the door
in the neighbor, which never opens!

I am drowning in the night water
with stretched hands;
And you are reaching for a hand of victory!

Come my Love, come back to me;
before the thick black clouds cover the moon
and there be no light;
before time claims my bleeding heart
for its thirsty sharp edge!