Waiting for June

I've broken free by chaining myself To a birch branch limped and humbled by age I stare at the mirror, asking for peace And to feel whole, whole again The moonstone wanes through the length of June While truth waxes among sown leaves It's not sweet, like vanity No it's cold reality And I know if we keep crying over the dark moon It'll eclipse our view of the morning sunrise And Lord, I wouldn't miss it for the world Oh yes, I'm waiting for June I can see it (see the sun reach over the clouds) Peeking over the past clouds of desire (blow them away) The future arrives as an old man in the present moment (Tell me what makes the stars shine) And as you grasp for the sun (tell me what makes you smile dear) With yearning palms (Would you see heaven if it were clear?) I can bring it down from the high shelf (What makes the stars shine) So we can play with it again (in the light with June) And I know if we keep crying over the dark moon It'll eclipse our view of the morning sunrise And Lord, I wouldn't miss it for the world Oh yes, I'm waiting for June And I know if we keep crying over the dark moon It'll eclipse our view of the morning sunrise And Lord, I wouldn't miss it for the world, no Oh yes, I'm waiting for June Waiting for June