Tell Me When Will You Return.

But where is the soul

that wants to be carried away by the wind?

The wind has a dance of its own

as when it disappears.

My soul is in your hands

until it becomes visible, a beacon.

I thought I heard your voice tonight

when I rested my head

on the pillow of my mind.

You told me that it was a dream

when I was soundly sleeping

but even the minds wants to be carried away

on its silver steed.

And then you dress yourself in smoke

and reach out

like the cloud of the unknown.

Last time I tried to touch your penumbra

but was severely stung.

Tell me when will you return

I place myself between you and the moon

and hold forth a torch of happiness

as a token between your tenderness and my fire.

In the meantime I shall learn to write

a better poem.

Tell me when will you return

so I can hold a vigil.

Alfred Grech

21-09-2019.