WILTING LOVE
The landscape which once glowed like the summer morn
Now has turned hazy like the hazy winter sun
And the wind which once fanned our love now howls like a storm
Now I only experience your presence in my dream
Where you come on foot and almost lifelike seem
And tangle my fingers into yours and sit by the stream
Your giggles I often hear when I pass on the dusky path
And my memory also encounters your hot shower of wrath
When you judged me and shattered my years of faith
Now a bedouin I am, and alone I walk on this long desolate path
And alone I add and subtract my life’s all intricate maths
As I’ve none to depend on, I’ m unable to renew my faith
When you glow with your new love which I often envision
Then my love wilts like a wilting rose in the winter morning.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
