Waiting Forever

Covered by a blanket of crimson frost
I am so warm and yet so lost
A blithe man guards his post
And he sings these things the most

I am in a season of no return
Where all good angels burn
And even wise men need yearn
For a chance to have their turn

I have been searching a decade it seems
Wishing through all these themes
That you come to me in my dreams
And comfort me through new means