I will not look to the East for your coming,
I will not search the ground for your trace,
I will not gaze at the stars and wonder,
When next I will feel your embrace.
I will not turn my back on the sinking sun,
I will not listen upon the scathing wind,
I will no longer imagine your sweet tongue,
My yearning has wearied and thinned.
I will shut my ears to your melody,
I will cram all thoughts from my head,
I will cast my heart upon the surging tide,
And pray that soon, I'll be dead.
For I know that in this lifetime, I'll not find you,
Though I searched this Earth, both far and wide,
So I dream of a future embodiment,
With you quintessentially by my side.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I will not look to the East for your coming,
I will not search the ground for your trace,
I will not gaze at the stars and wonder,
When next I will feel your embrace.
I will not turn my back on the sinking sun,
I will not listen upon the scathing wind,
I will no longer imagine your sweet tongue,
My yearning has wearied and thinned.
I will shut my ears to your melody,
I will cram all thoughts from my head,
I will cast my heart upon the surging tide,
And pray that soon, I'll be dead.
For I know that in this lifetime, I'll not find you,
Though I searched this Earth, both far and wide,
So I dream of a future embodiment,
With you quintessentially by my side.
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