Much more, there? from my window,
The clouds of the morning are, a flower
What a train has been born to
A clock, transforms into a crab,
And the layer of an old day, with a
Comet Storm.
Much more, there? from my window
Algodones played at being a garden,
Waiting for April.
Then I enter the eyes,
Dripping that infinite light,
And that's when I need
A dog, a cane, a hand, a faith.
And you pass by touching
The cold with quiet silence
And, blind, I sentence you
What names do I not know now?
Much more, there? from my window
The clouds in the morning are, a flower
What a train has been born to
A clock, transforms into a crab,
And the layer of an old day, with a
Comet Storm.
Much more, there? from my window
Algodones played to be a garden,
Waiting for April.
Much more, there? from my window
My hope was playing, a flower,
To a garden, like waiting for April ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)