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 myLife,
The tender tears to my thirsty eyes.
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(c . Fall, 1988)
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
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 myLife,
The tender tears to my thirsty eyes.
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(c . Fall, 1988)
