Waiting For The Impressionist

whenever- 

the sun no longer kisses your animated sky

whenever-

the blue calm of surrender is the only reply

i’ll be waiting

whenever-

the star you went chasing fades away

whenever-

that creeping darkness begins to sway

i’ll be waiting

i’ll be waiting for you in my world of dreams

with open arms to encompass your extremes

i’ll be waiting for you in the silent of the night

with a well of words for you to write

whenever-

the that lonely spirit comes calling

whenever-

the tears of yesterday start falling

i’ll be waiting

whenever-

the summer birds of song have long since flown

whenever-

this renoir existence has left you frightened and alone

i’ll be waiting