I sat by the bed this morning
waiting for you to wake
so I can feel the power of your smile
and the beams in your charming eyes
It has been four hours
and the bed end of yours looks mute
with no insignia of you waking
making my heart glow no fonds
When will you return?
o’ silent humming bird
carry this heart full whim of mine
to the land far beyond my voice
telling my love….
I dearly long for her.
The Village Thinker © 2014