Upon waking each day
My first words to my heart always are
“Tell me all your news of Love.”
Hafiz
We are a couple of barroom sailors
I wake from a nap
And the same clear words greet my mind
That I say every day upon waking,
“Where can I find the Friend?”
I eat and dress and labor
For only one reason.
But why explain about the essential today
And demean the holy?
We are a couple of barroom sailors,
Marooned,
In need of good drink and fine company
To true our perceptions.
Otherwise,
I get a tad concerned about that odd look
That sometimes creeps into your eyes–
That seems to mistake me for a pretty,
Available mermaid.
Upon waking each day
My first words to my heart always are
“Tell me all your news of
Love.”
