Saturday, February 27, 2010
Nights And Days
My night is long, the goal is full,
It concerns me to act in absolute security.
I must care and something is like your body,
The way of a race so sudden.
The upper storey of my house is most high
In the sky, that I can never understand.
So suddenly the night is overcome by day,
Daylight reassures me of politeness,
Heights of such greatness on this storey
Are fairly strong compared to some towers,
But the day is shorter than we can tell.
The telling sky will shine so brightly.
The days and nights revolve around my head,
And the mustard in my food rejects me,
As the allergy is strong,
As the days are strong with fever
Of suffering and pain of pangs I am swept by;
The days and nights know nothing of my life.
Surely the night hands over to the day,
And then the day hands over to the night
For our brain and heart to recognise,
For our religion to congratulate us.