I wait for you here on the ocean’s seam where the land ends
waiitng for you to join so that in the oceans we could descend
Still its been the morning when eye lashes of primal love
show it myriad faces
Picking from the sand the mask of love that you would possess
when coming to meet me on the horizons where love surfs
and the pardonable ship sets the sails off to the distant port
but we could be meant for the love’s poetic sport
I wait and wait till the seasons end and end with it the
calypso charmers on the drfting seas where lie the rubies of water
and depth unmeasurable to man.
Listless the sun squirms like an infant who is just on the primal air
to last on a long hiccup of solar winds that engulfs the earth
I still wait for you under the pale red sun but the dates run
like cheaters on the highway having made short the work at
nearby physicst’s shop if they ever have one.