My child floats alone, in the sea of
opinionless waters
She fills the sail and time for the
other passing daughters
The four horsemen watches her close
with their eyes sour
Talking of the creep she throws, how
infectious women are
Oh, child of a mad woman and the man
who was so valiant
Listen to the god of the winds who
yearns to be pliant
Past this rocky desert skin, show
him the gentle, long spring
Direct the sun to loosen up the guns
and burn its own wings
There are two worlds and a million
oceans like amorphous streams
I have been trying to find the world
third, different than my dreams
My child flies, but she promises to
shout my songs
All the young shoes walk in steps
with overgrowns
She reveals her circular artery,
same again and again
I, too start my story straight without
my bandsmen
Lets leave no trace for no one to
find this family
The smoke covers all, even the gold,
indefinitely
1 comment:
I have been trying to find the third world too...I need to believe it lies somewhere within the prayers and writing of the words which seem to disappear into the wind...And even though they disappear I must still continue to believe... and therein is the search.
Beautiful words of awakening!
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