When I’m holding the breath as a bird
In the cage known by heart and for grieves,
All my lions I promised to gird
Run away as notorious thieves.

I espy from the dungeon of soul
How the time nibbles moonlight as cheese.
While my wishes untamed and befoul
Catch the perfidy, landing – for knees.

Made of sun, made of sky
That’s my moiety left to pry.
I have never been told
How the dice should be rolled
In the way no one wants to try.

Marigolds, marigolds
From the country of blue and gold
You are making me bloom
When it’s hopelessly gloom
For the loss is five minutes old.

When marooned, stripped of friends for a sond,
Feel the melting of pride, take a look
How the sand through your fingers absconds,
And the beckons of airstreams get cooked.

What is meant to be broken – will break,
What it has to be spoken – could hum.
When a smile tapers off in the ache
Something pensive as Silence shall come.

Made of sun, made of sky
That’s my moiety left to pry.
I have never been told
How the dice should be rolled
In the way no one wants to try.

Marigolds, marigolds
From the country of blue and gold
You are making me bloom
When it’s hopelessly gloom
For the loss is five minutes old.

26 August 2009