Waiting for Wonderland)



Searching for diamonds in the sulphur

mine, leaning on props which are rotten,

hoping for anything, looking for a sign

that I am not forgotten.

Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,

tracing my steps, all mistaken,

trusting to everything, praying it can be

that I am not forsaken.



I wait by the door, wondering

when you will come and keep me warm.

I pray for the end of the night,

hoping the light will still the storm

which presently betrays me;

helpless sea-monster stranded on the

shore, marooned in an ecstasy of waiting.

I yearn, although knowing that I shall

dive no more

in the tide already racing



My lungs burst to cry: "Finally

how could you leave me here to die?

I freeze in the chill of this place

with no friendly face to smile goodbye -

how could you let it happen?"



How could you let it happen?

Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments

out of time;

all of these things have been spoken;

still you don't understand how it feels

when I'm waiting for them to be broken