Vagabonds

They can read now,
We welcomed the vagabonds,
On yearning doors,
Then later we were found,
By buzzing flies of our dreams,
We were swinging on trees,
With dolphins tears now.

To be a man,
Is to seek unknown men from unknown times,
Swinging on trees,
Trees of ink, tearing happily, the ink,
Standing at creation’s judgment,
Reciting what you created,
Not now..
Not now,
Someday, maybe,
Like distant men,
But my brothers are vagabonds..
Can i ask for another chance at the shore ?
On the chores of people i hate,
Because they are no dolphins, no men.

Move! Uncover the bone,
The honey rivers of dolls,
Uncovering buildings, cities, spots we both know,
Visited, but never saw,
Ran upon, but never ran on,
Like someone’s back,
His face is all the sky,
When you hear books,
Telling your heart :
Go get it.. and leave books, leave mars,
Leave your grandma’s jars,
Stop the swimming,
Dolphins teared the sea,
Come back to where you were, are,
The furrowed hair of rascals,
Waiting on the shore,
The lurking wind of the horizon,
Hidden beneath the sand,
Waiting for you ?
Asking for me.

Can’t reach the gate,
For demons got no counter play,
And angels got a counter point,
And she got exam deadlines on display,
She doesn’t know yet,
Yet she whispers on the notebook,
Like someone’s back,
Are you happy now ?

We survived terrors of pillows,
We can survive the shores beneath the sand.