photo: Stefan Cooke
If you come to visit me
and I see you,
I will place flowers at your feet.
If you stay the night with me,
I will be young again,
a song.
I will be your love.
If you come to visit me,
I will speak of growing closer,
and you will want to talk of difference—
that space between us.
I am blind here. Please
be in the light of my eyes.
Come this evening.
Come this evening.
Tomorrow is too late.
By Sharefa
Yes, tomorrow is too late, I love this poem, I love it.
Hi, Sharefa,
what a beautiful poem. And it speaks not only to lovers, but, I think, also to friends. I had a long-time friend, also called Sharifa, who passed away some years ago, and I wish I had placed flowers at her feet while she was still alive – there were so many misunderstandings – now it is too late.
Marlis