waiting in the spring

I wait for you though you had never promised to come. my heart is praying. eyes waiting.I wait and I wait.

Waiting for you –
When the spring is ripe,
And the flowers carpet the path
Through which I hoped you would pass.

I lay my love with the flowers,
The horizon my eyes are gone.
My lips they chant a prayer.
I wait for you to arrive.

My body may be a trifle tired
And heart a little sad,
But the eyes are not yet sorry
They have hope in the path.

The flowers haven’t crumbled,
The fragrance not yet gone.
The birds may be a bit silent,
But the season of love ain’t past

A dagger seems to rip me
Of longing and endless wait.
But I lay my love with the flowers
For their beauty ain’t yet past.

September

Sweet scent of September
of soil wet by rain.
A winter far approaching
and a summer gone to grave.

The simple joys of toiling farmers
and a harvest that is going to be.
Days of humble expectations
Oh September! How lovely you be.

The fragrance of rickety roses,
a sweetheart coming in rain.
O lovely, charming September
and the wonders thou can bring.

Dawns of innocent desires
The noons of waiting for a sight.
And evenings with bitter sweet memories
The dreams of so many nights.

O lovely, lovely September.
The days of first love my.
And the world was as happy as I was –
The earth, the seas and the sky.

O wonderful, wonderful September
I am so grateful to thee.
With all your joys and thunder
I wish you will always be.

Crying by your window side

The sea gulls had risen
the night, it had come.
And in the silence of the dark –
I cried by your window side.

The morning sun then came
and woke the spring around.
I had the birds singing around me,
flowers blossoming by my side.
But my eyes, now blind to beauty,
they still cried by your window side.

Spring gave way to autumn
And autumn to winter mean.
The leaves bloomed, and fell to earth.
Bitter snow, took away all the mirth.
But my body, oblivious to pain,
And my eyes, still cried by your window side.

Centuries passed, I don’t know –
When my body turned to soil.
I grew one with nature
in the trees and fragrant lights.
But with songs of the birds
Leaving pearls on grass –
I still cry by your window side.