Habbit of Love:
Consider why - Remember
Only time - and wind - and closing doors
Swing open :
Shut.
And dancing,
With the breeze of sharper branches,
And that reminds me,
of the long road, path
lost way, a little cottage night
Some nights, even the squirrels steal -
You swung too open - wide
To a new Dance, of
Open Doors
Calling me . . . ? some beautiful word :
Only in your tongue.
In mine, translation makes obsenities.
And meanings, timely, while
your changing eyes -
Where were we? treading on a cobbled path,
Speaking of parents,
To Find a Child,
a Father, of your Nation,
allmost of blood,
Your Memories - all seen with
his hot drop - we asked for tea.
Of Which, ... I Always Wonder -
