Towards the end

Sinewy arms of the pine standing

on the island, lone, swinging the boy to look beyond the

water

where the voyages end.

The pine deteriorates, he watches

the end,

gullible boy, he dreams to reach the end.

The cradle will shook his hopes,

Said -

The orange peal of the sky near the water

is meant for the unknown,

to taste,

the philanderer, the creator, the minister must enjoy,

the boy’s wings towards his land.

May be a day comes, when he unlocks

the

end.