waiting

Waiting is grating, not watching mortal clocks , does not solve, an endless hope, and aged desire, sharpen my sword , or dowse the fire, a thimble of wine, doesn't raise a fog, I'm searching for whiskey, but all I have is beer, starting at a watch that spins without focus.. I wait, tick tock, damn these clocks, give me tomorrow , I'll pay with today, I'll not rise in the morning, I'll not rise in the noon, throw up the sheet , with stars, toss away the moon, then bring again a morning, without minutes or hours, give me the endless hope , my desire aged, while mortal clocks stand still.