One More Glimpse

Beloved,
I feel so forlorn
when I am away from You.

Like a drunk,
suddenly called forth from oblivion,
I find myself waking in a strange tavern.

Or, like a shipwrecked mariner,
I find myself washed
onto strange shores.

So, Beloved, once again
I peer out through this tavern window,
gazing back across the Sea.

I am hoping,
always hoping,
for one more glimpse of Your Face.

- Abdur Rahman -