"Waiting For You"
In the garden in the middle of the forest,
The moon prest by the night agreed to rest.
Shines not; amid the thick foliage deprived,
Me to you... and my eyes forced to subscribe.
Vantagely standing at the point of my mind,
I see you! In front of me and from behind.
From the command of the sky; a voice so faint,
My heart leap'd to hear you singing in the wind.
And all of a sudden the whole heaven refrained,
A choir of angels with its radiance and wings,
But me as an earthling in the thicket below;
Struggling to jump, to reach and to see you.
The stars return like the shimmering candlelights,
And the moon resists with its beam on the rise.
They are partakers in prolonging the night,
Give back its light to lead my steps aright.
In the forest, from the furor of the dark,
Alone, bedraggled and with my sanity intact,
A long time ago since that bleak December,
I held your hand again and we will part never.
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