Vagrant Song

a desperate plea, a kind of prayer

I bear too many tears brother angel

I’m shivering like a lilac in bloom

under rain

it smells like sea salt and blood

all your teardrops lie in my eyes

they were not cried in times of peace or war

 

I haven’t laughed in the desert

I haven’t smiled like a street vendor

my heart’s corner whimpers

an infant without milk from its wet nurse

 

brother angel you are bitter and half-brother for me

Job gathered his strength from his weak bones

he knelt completely

he cried out

 

I was a child I was crying myself

within your eyes

I was younger the waters stood still

today I step over the sand castle’s shadow

dragging my pile of bones in chains

on my knees

I’m crying with foreign tears

take pity on me take them away

 

and if it will be so

I shall come back to you

from the land of faraway promises

Reviews

[Stabitha]

Powerful. The metaphors in the fourth verse are excellent.

[Skye]

Slightly heart-breaking and completly beautiful

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you Skye :)