Awaiting

Awaiting

Windows of this age awaiting.
Wishes emerging from flowers.
Bring the season stories till i come a bit.
Then enter my life season,
and write the love in your language.
You are the love above the love.
Bring your light and pass my body.
Hide your soul in my border,
and be the presance of my being.
Take a torch from my blood.
Light up the awaiting longing,
and stay.

Tarek Nassif
2004