WAIT FOR ME

And I become alive again

Outside the confines of my body,

Beyond the misery of want,

Among the fruit-laden branches

Within a moment,

Itself begotten by the sun;

And in the shelter of a bush

That carried the pure fragrance

of love

To the boundless plains;

And my eyes,

Not a pair of mute spheres,

But flames of quest;

And my hands,

Two guiding sails

Speeding towards the green land

of lovers;

And my soul, my heart

Singing,

singing.

Wait for me

Along the blue line of the horizon

That leads the silver path

of the moon

To the glittering fountains

of stars,

And by the waterfalls of dawn

At the moment when the sun rises

And draws the threads of light

From one branch to another,

Carrying them like grains

Deep inside the nests

Where the chicks,

With desire for light and sky,

Are cheeping,

cheeping.

Wait for me

At the bright end of my voice

That from above the mysteries

of the galaxies

Flows down to the earth

To be absorbed by the buds of growth

And to give the slumberers

of the gardens

Tidings of sunshine and life.

Wait for me;

I will become alive again.