Time is singing love’s song anew.
I hear sorrow,
And i feel joy.
All sit
And listen
to the passionate flute.
Were you there oh beloved!
When pain watered
Love’s garden.
Every flower grew
dipped in purity.
Every word,
A blessing,
A poem
With mystical metaphors.
No Rain,
Only tears
On longing’s threshold.
I know you will
Return
to me.
I’m still here,
Still gathering the
scattered beads.
Love’s thread
Knows how
to bind.
