Photo credit: Jorge Guillen
…….I wonder, what will I see?
“Will I see Magnolia bloom, a smile—a gloom,
or icicle falls, upon the now dry trees?
The concrete street, the snowflakes fall
Lay, oh so beautifully around the window pane!”
“Will you my beloved, be by my side,
—dreaming of me?”
Or will I set my heart—make believe;
that you cherish, can warm my body,
—the frozen me:
I wonder, “What will I see?”
“Will I see the good in all, the good in you,
most of all the good in me?”
even when you are not here—still I hope,
you will remember ‘the forgotten,’ me!