Longing

Tell the birds to stop their singing.

Tell the butterflies to go away.

Tell the bells to stop their ringing

Tell the colors to turn to gray.

Have the clocks to stop their ticking.

Have the children stop their play.

Have the harpist stop her picking.

Have the moon to go away.

Stop the river from its flowing.

Stop the stars and crystal sky.

Stop the breezes from their blowing.

Stop all wonders by and by.

Count the minutes I am mourning.

Count the tear drops from my eyes.

Count the depth of this fore longing.

Count the anguish where it lies.

Please the minstrel to stop playing.

Please the singers to go away.

Please the dancers stop their dancing

Please the pain to stop I pray.

All if this because I miss you.