in warm arms,
shake off a dust on me
I became an old color,
because of a time
and became a dim-sighted,
wipe a cloud around my eyes.
while I ride a craving seas.
a wind tore me
and broke my ship
and became alone with my yearning
come and take all what you need
take all what you need from my poems
take corals,
and melodies
or even my years
and pull me from a craziness sadness
to start a new rite from a yearning,
in loving you...
« return.