Waiting

Five years ago the whole world,
for me retired into one and only
fateful word: "Waiting",
that does exhaust me
like an hour-glass,
drop by drop to the very bottom.

The tone of my passing smile
gets more and more like
a bitter grin of my vulnerable heart,
that has experienced all bitterness
of woe for these five years;
and even when I smile,
then inwardly I do shed bitter tears
from my mental anguish,
and a smile is ...only a disguise.

My wistful eyes have pensively reflected
the course of tragical events
for the long years,
drawing a source of inner light
from life-giving flickering of hope.

All vital values are reappraised
by me in private
during the poignant process of waiting.

The whole world, for me retired modestly
into the values which are expressed in,
near to my heart, the following words:
"Residential permit" and "Family reunion".

We do count years
inspired merely by cherished hope;
and in the obscure distance
we do try to make out
a silhouette of the long-awaited meeting.


20 June 2005