With your own way, purely untouched, you prescribe
Antidote to calm
Your beloved’s unhindered desperation, emerged
Of uncountable days,
Passed in your absence, counting; the sinking
Throbs of her heart
Like loaded clouds shower, on dried spears,
By the side of a mountain
As high as your beloved’s unsaid pleas, in waiting,
As if assured, your sheen would stretch silver-lining
In her eyes
Smoothly, smoothly healing; the aches soaked
In the fluid that flow through arteries and veins
