I wear red shirts now
Not black
Sometimes
I comb my hair
And tie it back

White roots show

I still smell of darkness
And the crow

I've visited the distant sea
and walked its briny sandy shore
as seagulls seemed to call to me
above the breakers' ceaseless roar.

They'd fly ashore at the first light
as if some fabled far side land,
a land beyond both ken and sight,
had sent them to this beach's strand.

Then they'd leave and fly beyond
the far horizon's misty end
as if upholding some strange bond.
They'd glide away on evening's wind.

The truth of my existence
was in my father's eyes,
he loved me with his whole heart
in between tying his ties.

The fight for my existence
was within my siblng's reach;
I vastly underrated their
abilities to teach.

The aire of my existence
was urged along by friends,
taking me down pathways
that taught me of the trends.

The light of my existence
lives in my mother's eyes;
she loves me unconditionally
when I let her down, she cries.

wake up, my love,
the sun is up,
you are yet asleep…
the sun-rays are waiting for thee
as you awake the glow of my face,
you will really see.

wake up my love,
the time has come to go…

how on this earth you wish to stay,
yet have your own way,
without the soul of life,
which as we all know is honey.
for that to beget,
a son we have not yet,

so my love, go to work
earn some money.
when you come home,
after your labor and toil,
i shall wait with open arms;