If I had to lie down <br />Onto the black hearse instead of our love, <br />I would agree to die right away, <br />But hope is the last thing to die, <br />Yes, my golden one, I am living with hope <br />That Your tear, like the beautiful moon, <br />shall shine upon each letter, <br />each word, comma, exclamation mark and period of this poen, <br />as if it was the most honest of prayers. <br /> <br />My prayer is loud; <br />Like the prayer of an abandoned derelict; <br />Like the prayer of an abandoned child, <br />Like the prayer of a missionary in the valley of horrible hunger; <br />My prayers are searching for a sacred sanctuary, <br />To enter the cathedral above all cathedrals; <br />To enter your heart. <br /> <br />Just like a derelict is searching for bread crusts, <br />Just like a believer is searching for his communion wafer, <br />I am searching for Your kiss. <br />This prayer is my last hope <br />That Your tear shall slide onto my tear, <br />Into a world that is entirely ours; <br />A world into which the aureola of all human desires is born, <br />A world into which love is born. <br /> <br />In the darkness of a lonely night, <br />I am finishing this poem <br />With an inexplicable hope <br />That the time to say goodbye isn't here yet, <br />That our love shall not end on a black hearse, <br />That it shall live forever in our wonderful world, <br />In our hearts.<br /><br />Walter William Safar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-my-beloved/
