Turn!

Turn once, I say

As I pass by,

Your bustling day.

Turn, when your work is over,

As my skin is burning,

In your scarlet fever.

Turn, when your mood swings,

To lay your face

On my tepid wings.

Turn, as I move

To meander and flow,

In our moony groove.

Turn, when your peace is around

For a day lost, or a day found.

Turn today,

As moments are passing,

Don’t fret me 'way,

Why art thou shunning?

Turn, for once

For am still here.

Thirsty my dear,

For just a glance.

Turn, still there is time

My days are drying,

I fail to hear day's chime

Turn for me

So I can see.

Those benign eyes,

To set me free.