The Wonder of You

Dear Jackie,

Bless I those hours that led to our meeting,

And curse I those that kept us apart.

The sunshine grew paler in my eyes,

As the sight of one descended upon me.

It was not the fevered admiration of the youth,

Nor the bewitched mind that spoke.

Rather, it were the glimpses of a certain future,

Under a twilight sky, with illuminating lights surrounding us.

My mother, sisters, aunts and uncles, and cousins were there

And in that crowd of merriment you were too.

Not often do I feel this way, so this feeling is strange,

But not unwanted it is, as a spark for the unlit candle.

Thousands of words I have written before for many,

Yet fake now they all seem, devoid of any meaning,

But now, even though few I am writing,

They seem honest and wholesome,

And for that in me rises a hope and a fear.

As I look to you again on a new day,

I say this.

In these hands shall I hold yours

And with these eyes will I see you.

My ears shall hear your voice

and mine shall tell you,

Of all the wonders beyond the seven seas,

Of all the secrets beneath the oceans,

Of all the lands that rivers run through, and the legends of them.

I hope they give you joy, madam

Cause for me they hold joy no more,

As I have seen the Wonder,

The Wonder of You.

Sincerely,

Arabi