Last Night I Waited Long

Last night I waited long... The moon will appear of the murky clouds But it didn’t…! And I soothed my sorrowed soul As this… If tomorrow! You call me To the ruined almonds-garden In the backyards of the lonely cottage! And angrily say: ‘Now it’s very late… It’s late-autumn, The last birds also return, in just a few days: You blame me, and I see you silent eye in eye… Though these days will as seconds pass, Still, we can turn them a year’s each, At least, longer than the customary years. And as there the long-separation is anxiously waiting, Promise! Promise…! We will always see, In snowy winters, and autumns-- When leaves fall of trees. And I say yes, I swear…, Of the dog walking there through the pasture— An unknown way, Knowing not which hamlet will it lead…! Or better if you hold my finger And guide me To there the quiet pasture, Where only thick thorns grow; Though the butterflies there strange, Romance the unsightly flowers. We walk In and around the thorns, A slow stopping walk, And momentarily pause— Gaze our eyes And realize... We are together And are in love…!