Tonight, I am yearning for her.
She's myself in the skin of another.
I feel deeply lonely in this long wait.
When will her glow from darkness emerge?
My first marriage was my second chance.
My second marriage was my third.
Now I desperately await her, my first.
Each moment without her is empty.
Such moments are of shallow soul.
They are dimly filled with diluted life.
I feel listless, like in a waiting room.
How can magazines hold my interest?
The most important moment of my life dangles.
It awaits, awaits, awaits ... awaits, awaits what event?
I am so frustrated, I don't even want to know !
I just feel like screaming a primal scream.
I hope it vibrates across the seas of cosmic feeling,
Until it reaches her heart and turns her in my direction.
If all I seek is a warm body, I wouldn't be so broken,
But I seek my very soul. Where is she already?
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