Come, O come!
Come and see
how I cry
Forever without
tears,
And the years
wane and wax,
With me waiting
for you;
Come and see
this soul
That has yet to
learn to laugh,
And how life
wears
On a heart
wandering
meaningless
in Time;
Without your
sound and
soul;
I am the heart
that beats loud,
Waking up
Bodari among
the dead,
Waving for the
ghost of Romeo;
I am the blood
that runs fast,
Leaving the
familiar and
the known,
Believing in the
uncertain to
come as
Reality:
I hope to see
soon
The Light to my
Life,
The tender tears
to my thirsty
eyes.