quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012

the fighter bows

after so many rounds

the fighter liks and bows

a hundred wounds

to find his tune

a quiet strange lagoon

is waiting from the start

though he thought

it was to soon

in the blossom of his heart

he finds the world is just

a love dream shadow

and love he must

praying his own sin

the fighter diving in

a prayer and a sin

a fighter diving in

heart milk

slowly my heart

turns into milk

and as it slowly beats

turns into butter

i taste the world

becomes so sweet

though i still weep i now

no longer suffer