
Patient is My Soul
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night
Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light
Notice not I, the cold that endures
But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
Whether ivory flurries or ashen toils
Whether light stops, turns back, and recoils
Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light
And with a dark wave, crumble four walls of white
Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light
Care not I, the harsh rain that swallows
But wait for the sun whose golden glow follows
Though lightning cracks and the tide arises
Though black as night the storm devises
Patient is my soul, for the eve of first light