Feels like there’s almost
No road left to go
But much further along it
She’s out there, I know
And though doubtful
Convinced
That persisting at this
Will eventually see me
Back there in her midst
Or at best
Wishing wistfully
Wilting will cease
And some semblance of blooming
Vitality peace
Will release me,
Return me
Into the empyrean
Fearing no more
Like a free at last Syrian