Brief child, sing a lullaby to me
make it curt and brief
'cause i stand honesty not
Been waking in the shadows
skiving under lime-trees
mind i shunned the lime-light
Honest night is an early night
or dance and hide in motion
late night tells secrets unwanted
Shallow bones and mammoth bones
All spread on the tiles in disarray
Who picks up this wee mess now
A stupid glance is a glance stupefied
i may learn, swot, do the society chores
but will never understand the rife code
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Understand me is difficult for me to understand. Um......I feel you are trying to say something about undertsanding that I am missing. Please tell me, you know I love to understand you. Hugs Jan