Meeting The Beloved – A Longing

My dear! I walk
In this night of vagrancy,
Over the scorching paths of love
Wearing nothing but the bruised skin
Of fragile adrift feet,

With a convoluting plume of dark clouds
Hovering over my head,
Like a drove of hungry ominous vultures
Circulate over their helpless prey.

In pursuit of the beads
Dripping from your ethereal radiance;
I shall walk the entire course of night
And you shall meet me somewhere,
At the farthest end of this night;

Will not you come?