Wait the Morning

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

Wait the Morning


I stood alone in the desert
When the caravan left
Under the dim stars and yawning Time
There I heard the Lord:
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning”
Ages over ages as a waving sea
Passed over me
Beside the weeds, whispering
I shall depart in the morning
And redeem pain by tears
And tears by holding hands
My dreams are waiting in the morning
To regain a hug with him again
Beside the whispering weeds and grief
I kept waiting the morning…
And waiting

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed.

Thank you for sharing.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Bar22do]

so sad... you're still mourning your brother... hugs from here! enjoyed reading this aloud.

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

Thank you Tailor and Bar22. It's really great you like it!! Yet, it can't be flawless.

[Buh4Bee]

Regards to you, sorry for your loss! The poem is lovely!

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

Regards to you, sorry for your loss! The poem is lovely!

Thanx Buh4bee. I appreciate it.