If my time should come
I'd like no one to entice me
Not even you
If you like I'll take you back
With all my heart.
I'm still alone.
We share the same path, late at night
with the fog, penetrating
and the rain, drenching our bodies.
No, woman! What lives in me
still easily evades your fevered and dark embrace,
intent on finding the greenness of another sea,
To dictate is not my intent,
Fate is separate loneliness-es.
I choose you from among the rest, but
Pines scatter in the distance,
as day becomes night,
branches slap weakly at the window,
I shouted at Him
Until He came
We met face to face.
When my time comes
No one's going to cry for me,
And you won't, either
The hell with all those tears!
This time no one's lookng for love
down between the sheds, the old houses, among the twittering
masts and rigging. A boat, a prau that will never sail again
puffs and snorts, thinking there's something it can catch