WL Schuett

Waiting

she sits by the window 

in a soft breeze

from the sea 

 

dreaming in lace 

of morning fruits 

and fragrant teas

 

dreaming of the one 

who sets her free 

every evening 

in loves honesty 

 

cinnamon 

oranges

sweet honeyed tea 

 

rich chocolate kisses 

silk lingerie 

curtains rustle in a 

soft , salty way 

 

waiting for the one 

who will take her sweet love 

in the twilight of the day

and whisper her name to the 

stars high above ...