'Waiting For You' Poem by Rudan A. Matiga

In the garden in the middle of the forest,
The moon prest by the night agreed to rest.
Shines not; amid the thick foliage deprived,
Me to you... and my eyes forced to subscribe.

Vantagely standing at the point of my mind,
I didn't see you! In front of me or from behind.
From the command of the sky; a voice so faint,

My heart leaps to hear you singing in the wind.

And all of a sudden the whole heaven refrained,
A choir of angels with its radiance and wings,
But me as an earthling in the thicket below;
Eagerly jumping, to reach and to see you.

The stars return like the shimmering candlelights,
And the moon resists with its beam on the rise.
They as partakers in prolonging the night,
Give back its light to lead my steps aright.

In the forest, from the furor of the dark,
Alone, bedraggled and with my sanity intact,
A long time past since that bleak December,
You came; and it fulfilled my dream!