Your presence lingers at my every thought,
leaving behind a touch of you in my every word.
Haunting my senses, you've left me but a relic
that remains from the hopes of you... your voice... touch...
With burning desire, I close my eyes in faith of a new day
that brings closer the promise of you.
afra // May 14th 2010
This was a feeling provoked by a piece written by the Emirati poet Ateeq Al Qubaisi titled Sarab [Mirage] I should dig around for his poem, now that is a must-read.
