Olcatio Mi Bab: a Longing
O, elusive words return Let my passion for locutions come back Creativity: let it brightly burn And flaming flamboyance at once attack To string them yet again like pearls Inside my head a steady, spinning pool O, eloquence speak through me as an earl May my words adorn me like a jewel In time, perhaps, the torrent will Be ushered in; in future tense And anxious pen no longer still But mind and heart gain calming sense