I inherited
my father and mother's...
Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
As dawn lights ablaze with bright colours,
the iridescent wings of a butterfly shine...
I see beauty,
in this land...
Under this skin,
Deep to the core...
I have been broken
many times in life...
Cloud, cloud
Full of love, cloud cloud...
A snow-pregnant sky,
threatening to give birth...
A city
(indistinctly...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
Oh flower in us your scent, sweet love.
Let our roots enroot, deep into your soul...
(For Betty)
When the blood finally stopped...