Signs of Earth come to my ears, I hear you singing
a different song from those I am used to sing along
and all I needed, it seems, was just that song
that the warm and distant winds insist on bringing
Please, keep on singing this tender lullaby...
These songs from distant shores could make me cry
but I still need some tears to erase my sorrow...
I would keep on asking the winds about my life
but their could answers could hurt me as a knife
and some pale stars beg me to wait for tomorrow...
(a poem to a poet...)