A Lonely Heart

When every eye falls asleep

and all the souls calm in rest,

a wanderer heart starts to beat

aching for its faraway nest:

Why can't I find a tranquil way?

Am I supposed to stay astray?

Hearts are two and I am one,

Was I made complete and done?

But a profound sting dwells inside

calling a part lost somewhere aside.

Oh, lonely heart! You can't keep praying,

since it will fade with the dawn's raying.

A lively day never moves the strings,

only the night lets a lone heart spring.

Salma

1/3/2005