Yet another evening of the year's sixth month
Has come around me as I think about the future
The heart is sad and the mind seeks the peace
Of my beloved woman's laughter as I silently totter
The atmosphere is pensive and so is my mood
As I pause and reflect while watching folks chatter
Slowly yet steadily my footsteps get faster
Because the scenes I see add to mind's clutter
And as the call for the evening prayer fills the air
I get ready to express my feelings and bare
The waiting I am being made to endure for years
And implore my God Almighty to take me there
Where the woman who possesses my heart
Finds that the man she waits for is there at last
The saga of each passing moment of my life now
Is enough to convince Him of my life sans my love.
So what if Venus and the planets play games up there
I want to be in the loving arms of the one I call rare.
Maybe my plea will not take centuries to reach Him
And perhaps the mist of separation is growing dim...