UNTIL THE RETURN

If love be the setting of the sun

and still the long wait for the return

on a chilly night with a thousand blankets

would not stop anxious until the return

If love be the moon's beginning

across the horizon it arches upwards

upon still that chilly night

the wait kept anxious until the return

If love be the night's midpoint

cool upon the breeze felt

warm against the anxious wait

with patience of hope on a chair unmoved

If love be the early morning's night

with two tucked away - one boy, one girl

still the night's doubt swagger not the faith

of a wife's wait for the return

If this be love no matter the wait

and this be love that bends not the bending

it be not altered upon doubts existing

but find me waiting for your returning

By John Monteiro