From afar

From afar, the rain from the sky pours

From afar, my heart for you soars.

            From afar, I for you, pray,

            From afar, I dream about you, night and day.

From afar, I in my solitude, cry

From afar, I ask for the reasons why?

From afar, I count the days and the years

From afar, I open the floodgate of tears.

From afar, I into your eyes, kiss

From afar, your sight I miss.

From afar, I wake up with you in my thoughts till sleep

From afar, my minutes turn to hours which torments me deep

From afar, my memories weave

From afar, my soul grieves.

From afar, I see a sepia image of a girl-child holding our hands

From afar, the child walking between a man and woman of distant shores and lands

From afar, the picture fades, of the man and his wife

From afar, their drowning in the sea of troughs and ebbs called life

            From afar, I hear your voice

            From afar, you forked out a life of your choice

From afar, we will again meet

We will be one when our pulse will cease to beat.

            From afar, the rain pours; from afar the heart pours . . .