Yet The Appointed Time Poem by Toyiring Tom Sheyin

do not trouble me yet, allow maturity into my growth, until i become ready to love and be loved, how can a tree planted in wet produce seeds in dry? Wait until i become a man, until i become the sun to shine my earth, to illuminate the dark patches of my life, and drive ignorance to a distant land, wait until my moon can speak of the words it recieves from my thoughts, until my desires are crucified in Romeo's determination, until i have prepared a place for both of us, then i will come and take u away, to that place where you will be with me and me with you, where time and distance are enemies well defeated.