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.