Bibiana
Bibiana
Before your stone, I stand a prodigal
This creed of despair is all-
All that is left of my grieving ink
You our dearest rose
Found it fair to wither
So the will of God could blossom
But dear mother,
I cannot write in despair
Neither can my lines
Prolong this hope long dead
I cannot recall your face
Neither can my imaginations
Bring back memories we never had
I cannot dream or wish
Neither can my lifetime’s tears
Awaken your saintly eyes now shot
It's break me to know that -
I cannot cling to you in this life
And it is not our fate
To meet in this unfair world.
-Micah