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