Waiting For Dawn Poem by Hanan Muzafar

How you know,
what to bring out of me,
strange in its way,
Enough to destroy me—
You don't know,
what it's like,
To be with you, for a while.

I'll follow and swallow,
what it's,
that fuels the fire inside—
As I see your face,
At a place called hope,
In tall and brown grass,
like a wild flower,
grown on mountaintop,
pure and untouched.

To know somebody like you,
what to say,
let me dream of you—
As I'm painting you,
On a canvas,
that no longer belongs to me.

Maybe laughing tonight,
watching falling stars;
Bare feet walking on sand,
and sailor is singing a song—
I'll be waiting for you.