Rumi - Restless -
RESTLESS now i go to the door now i go on the roof till i see your face i'll never know rest neighbors speak of me when you are away as meek or mad but when you return everything subsides this heart of mine tears itself apart and seeks no joy but only wants to know when you'll arrive but when you return and a wine-server is around i hold a cup fondle your hair and caress your face just come and see me letting go of my wish letting go of my pilgrimage keeping one wish in my heart making love to... Sign in to see full entry.