I am forlorn without you.

I stand on the hillside, looking for your approach. Here I am waiting for you to come. In the sparse shade of this open-branched tree, I look out over the dry landscape, looking for the sign of your approaching form.

I wait with quiet impatience. I have set up camp here in the shade where I can see along the whole valley.

In the early light, I peer through the gloom.

Throughout the morning, as the hot sun rises in the sky, I look out for you.

In the burning light of midday, I shield my eyes and look along the dry valley. Will I see your form, familiar and loved, moving steadily my way?

And as the heat eases from the day, still I keep watch. I eat my fruit and drink fresh water from the spring.

I read my book and write on my paper. I study the bark of the tree, the birds that visit, the burning blue sky, and the road through the valley.

My love, here I sit, my face is turned towards you, waiting for your arrival and the gifts that you bring. How you will refresh me. My sweetest love. My clearest light. Come and be with me, for you are wanted.

Come, bring your love, for I have tasted it and I hunger for more.

My love, you bring the sweetest gifts, I will delight in you forever. How your eagerness arouses me -- I will wait far into the night for you -- I know that you will come if you can.

Here you are recognised, you are one who loves.

Here you are known, you are sweetness itself.

Here you are welcome, you bring the finest fruits.

Come, be known again. Breathless, you come with only your self to give. Give me your self.

Hold nothing back. At this gate, all is required. Come, unburden yourself and pass through. You are wanted on the other side.

I am calling you -- come, bring your sweet self to me. You were meant for me to know. Come, that I may know you again.

I am keeping watch, knowing that you will come.