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)