When Will You Come? Poem by Portia Burton

When will you come, oh, tell me please!
I am getting submerged in the night's abyss!
The moon and the stars have averted their eyes,
Oh, I am forsaken even by the fire-flies!
My voice has dried up in my parched throat,
In its curdled hollow some listless words float.
My heart's become like a glacier with cracks
Or like a burnt candle turned into a lump of wax.
Oh, come and take me to your heart,
Before this darkness devours my every part!
From this dark night spread in me
Only our union can set me free.