DROUGHT

Seeds of water
drip on panes of glass
finding their roots
amongst the droughts of days

Slipping straight thru
to places we have been
me and you
drip-drying our roots

There we discover the seeds
alas no shoots
dry as silence to the air
I stand tall and ready, are you?

Time is a restless emotion
That gets tangled at night
In those flickers between the darkness
And the steps toward a dawning light

Each step is a lifetime
Each breath is death
Before its time

Time is a restless emotion
That turns a dream into light
It is the flickers that drown the darkness
And your love my journey from dawn till night

Ho ho, ha ha

Land of sweet lime and chilli
raise dust to smile the sunset
Dance in hot colours of thali
till the hard bed we meet

Light switches send dreams to giant billboards
As we slumber, as we sleep
So the darkness of wealth and poverty
becomes a night of broken clay chai cups

Strewn along the railroad tracks
and reading like clearing throats
Deep sounds as the crowd leaves us
to sift like children, the rubbish dumps of life

We wake to trimmed moustaches
blaring horns as we attempt escape
But the cow knows us in every town
So we move aside, we bow down

There we sit under an enlightened tree
and wish like money thrown into rivers
That we may pay so to keep
the dust that chases our feet

Land of sweet lime and chilly
shake your head in agreement
This is indeed a land of metta
So bitter and so sweet