Waiting for Love

Oh my love you have let me wait at the door, outside

all alone as clouds heap and the sky darkens to pour
for I am in the crowd in the busy moments of noontide
but at this lonely and dark hour I hope for none but you.

If you show me not your face, if you leave me aside

wholly, I know not how to pass these long, rainy hours
for I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky
and my mind wanders wailing with the restless wind.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 18

Henry Victor          06.01.2013