I wrote an epistle to Father,
sung my sweetest lullaby
I checked the engine for another thousand times
no thing left to one’s imagination,
life’s a crumble made with salt
spice may never alter paths sculpted on the dunes,
the oasis nowhere to be seen
but in my most futile dream, so far away…
charge your paddles up to fifty-eight
stay clear!
lazy hearts may never feel and walls are going up forever
stairways takes your steps to last and cruel judge,
I held your hands,
I tried to catch the butterfly that went away
and then the stillness comes leaving but the story to be told
and my spirit gets so old,
my heart a stone
gone,
you left me all alone,
only darkness at the dawn….