The Eastern Face __ AKSHR

 

The Eastern Face

 

The light on your face,

you will take with you.

All else, sorrows, joys,

that you lay claim on,

will leave behind.

As I leave behind you,

my night-blooming jasmine, 

my pomegranate tree, 

my fig.

I will miss your face.

I will miss the light on it.

How much more than with you

will I be able to see? 

How much of myself will I find?

I will miss the light on your face.

AKSHR