You watch wind swings the branches
You brave the long raging summer
All you seem to want in creepy silence
To listen to the symphony of the drummer.
You always come with so much to give
In the end, you demand so slight, so little
A tear melts in your wide luminous eyes
For all the broken aspirations- invisible.
You only want to be held by someone
To be hugged and to be caressed in need
And to go to the heaven, to converse with birds
In the hour of aggression and soaring greed.
Where are you going my dear friend?
Writhing in pains, you can hardly talk
The green field overlooking your house
Cold and soggy in the narrow walk.
Perhaps all of us a little lost and worried
And a smile up on your face ushering care
And you know that less for ragged those
In our cruel days, they have nothing to share.
I want to run, run for miles with you
The fruitful top is spread on high
Staring, bewildered the life is as always
I will come with you to touch the sky.
