Dull ravaged eyes, is it too much of me

To ask that you gaze upon this mortal throng

Not to leave me even though I know that you

Are weary of the rising sun and resist the breath of light

Stay awhile and muse upon the memory of brothers and sisters

All earth devoured but when eyes were open

Did revel before the eye of Heaven

All the same, I plead

As the earth is merry

Is gaping, is waiting

But for you can wait all the more longer.

Natasha Haidar © 2003