Siobhan Donaghy

Waiting...
And the days they speak to me
With all their history
Little ways passing phases all so consistently
As the gazes reached for me with that intensity
Through this maze of misled praise the words get into me
Staring at faces of our times to reconcile
There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds
And in that autumn you'll find
Every orphan will loose their need to pine
Reassure them the world before them
Staring at faces