Stand up, a thought whispers, stand,
Thou art not weak’d
The thought whispers, old English?
Thou art with the Sky,
Yet thine is light, and thee shall be
Wait, wait, why old English?
Thy name be thine light,
Ye, a merrier shall rejoice,
Did not thee agree with thy lover?
Think, wonder, thee must have those
Ye, thy name be thine art.
© Ismael Mansoor