Earth Trembles Waiting
Blanche Wagstaff
I wait for his foot fall,
Eager, afraid,
Each evening hour
When the lights fade.
I wait for his voice
To speak low to me -
As a mariner lost
Dreams of harbor, at sea...
I wait for his lips
When the dusk falls,
Life holds my longing
Behind dark walls.
I wait for his face -
As after rain
Earth trembles waiting
For the sun again...