Threads of time...

Those eyes come to me in my dreams,
And then by the day I begin to miss them again.
Then the long wait for another night follows
The ardous and hopeless longing of the day.

There she comes, as thou cometh a thousand times,
A charming messenger of radiance so divine,
And a disarming smile bless thy new world,
And a soul as kind as one can be to others and to me.

O, beautiful angel of most soothing words and manners
Come now blessed soul and let me dream it true.
And comfort my longing soul and kiss my brow,
And prode My love ! why suffereth thou ?

Labels: Thou cometh...