Que Será Será

The rain whipping on the window panes all night long
like your wailing across Africa
it woke me like a Tibetan bell

My hair saturated in haze mist
I curled up in fetal position
longing for your embrace

There is no distance in oneness
the void between us is your haunting past
and my imprisonment

My love
I am calling for trust in timing
to be, or not to be

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa