Sunday 12 December 2010

Poem 27

You’re the sun in my heart
I’ve wasted all the debris of the past
It is always the last time,
Until the first it again becomes
I remember when ten were
More than half of my life
The nothingness of vanity
In the devil’s garden
An ebbed bird of prey
I’ve changed course
Past the mountain, past the desert
Four times ten and two
You’re still the sun of my heart