Awaiting December.

Those moments,

Are yet awaiting, at portals of thought.

In the coolness of December,

Thousands of years ago.

The promise of your lip,

Had kissed the hand of my desire

And upon the other side,

With dreams and tears

Had set stars upon my being

And beckoned to the,

Protection of my soul

Even ow, in the chill on the breeze

One sees

The web of your words

The soft tickle of your laughter

And the finger of your thought

Still wipes away the red beads

Off my heart. And sighs

Upon the wide canvass of emotion

Paint the vision of your acquaintance

Bemoan your anguish!

Where are you?

Upon the scorching byways.

And alleys of life.

December yet awaits you.

-A poem by Dr. Abrar Umer

-Merrie xox