Come, O come! Come and see how I cry Forever without tears, And the years wane and wax, With me waiting for you; Come and see this soul That has yet to learn to laugh, And how life wears On a heart wandering meaningless in Time; Without your sound and soul; I am the heart that beats loud, Waking up Bodari among the dead, Waving for the ghost of Romeo; I am the blood that runs fast, Leaving the familiar and the known, Believing in the uncertain to come as Reality: I hope to see soon The Light to myLife, The tender tears to my thirsty eyes. -by Hakim H. Kassim.