Lullaby At Noon
My ears flirt with the echo
Of a passing voice
Days ago, I lusted for more of it
Squinting at every passing voice.
Yesterday unend I stood at my window,
Expectant, Compulsive!
Today,
Like a helmit nostalgic for home
I waited for the passing lark.
Wow! Here you stand
My nightingale!
With your euphonic tune
Like music from heaven
Sing my name, call me Romeo
Paris or Samson,
For, in that tune
Shall I pronounce my vow:
The oath of my life!
Copyright © Abraham Tor | Year Posted 2011
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