Photo credit: Omar Adel
I look out my window—gloom,
I sigh:
Cause the greyness reminds me,
Of past woes in my life;
Wising the sun would kiss the sky,
As autumn cools the earth,
Soon, spring will arrive;
Fresh as the morning breeze,
And there I am—today;
Face to face—with the self,
Without a poetic song in my heart:
Waiting for the impossible, true,
Authentic, Strong, healthy love;
I found out—in your absence,
True love dwells deep within,
As days gone by—I know now,
That you’ll never arrive!
Empress Journee
