I tried to write a poem about the rain
But it didn’t end without your name
I tried to write a poem about the sky
But it didn’t end without your eyes
I wrote of the stars above
It wasn’t whole without your love
I wrote of this land
And this country
But I finished with your hands
And my body
I versed about a chair
It turned into your stare
The market place
Became your face
The dragon’s lair
Turned into your hair
The railway station
Now desperation
I wrote of the dew on the grass and the sea
And it became you making love to me
The ships on the dock became your lips
And your –
Smile is where I can be happy
Even without you near
Soon, even this small respite becomes
Lover, how I wish you were here