Treasure Island

Maureen Alikor


The Wait


The day is far spent,
where has my love been?
Time is ticking away,
someone tell him,
tell him to come home.

I long to feel his touch,
his company is incomparable,
the friendship is indispensible,
tell him,
tell him I miss him.

I sit here all evening,
like the new bride I am,
waiting for just one being,
He is them all wrapped in one.

Sleep beckons,
but how can I yield?
When my eyes have not beheld him,
how can I?
When he is the last artwork I want to see,
before I bid today adieu.

Someone search with me,
I searched with my eyes and found him not,
I searched with my heart,
there he lay beating and pulsating.

I want to see with the natural eyes,
the most handsome of all sights,
I want to hold with my bare hands,
the hands that carries the warmth,
I want to smile,
to the words that come from him,
someone tell him,
tell him he is been missed.

The house is a house without him,
tell him I want a home,
a home with him in it,

tell him to break the jinx,
and coming rushing into my wide spread arms,
tell him I wait,

tell him I wait,
I patiently do.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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