Hey, the light of my heart!

When you are gone,
Would you not return?

When you are no more
In my sight:
Day is held captive
By night.

When you are gone,
So are my sleep and rest.

It is hard to judge:
Did I win or lose?
When from the Heavens,
Comes this patience-test.

Wound upon wound,
In utter pain am I bound.
How terrible:
A cure is nowhere found.

When you are gone,
How eagerly Him I beseech:
In a hope for a response,
From Him shall reach.

“My Him is so Merciful,”
The lesson you did teach,
“‘Your wailing will reach.”

Like a barren shell
Deserted on a beach,
In this dark hour I long
For sun’s rays to hatch.

When you are gone,
I sat on this bench:
For an answer to quench—

“All that has come
Will finally be gone.

But I do have a question:
A Sun that is gone,
Would it not return
On tomorrow’s morn?”

Hey, who endears His Fear!

Declare an end
To this passive winter,
The rain and snow:
Lost their splendor.

For my eyes,
Awaken from this deadly slumber.
For my heart,
The Cool Breeze you whisper!

2001. Edit March 2024