The Wait (Season 6)

Valiant butterflies wrestle to keep alive dreams
A patchwork of poppies splay my waning green
Seven chords a strung, I hear the faraway raas begin
A flurry of colors veil my fluttering heart
New year's arrived and still no you in sight
Tears flow camouflaged by the bubbly spring brook's dance

The Wait (Season 5)

Smog blinded I walk through the chill
Harsh winter gravels echo the lone footsteps
Indignation sits dry on my bleak cold brow
Sundown hastens ignoring my sighs;
Holding on to the warmth of you isn't easy...
I stare into the campfire, my bones remain numb
Radiance dispels the dark only to mock the dying boughs