God grant me some
More time
To celebrate mornings
Of dancing delight
The magpie
in Wellington square
A riot of sprin,
Blossom and trees,
perfumes and grass
No sound but the wind and the birds
Some tumult
of far cars
Rushing their insane ways
Like the blood in my veins
That broke my brains
It is time
to
stop
Take stock,
Savour the peace
And the slow pace
Of the elder
Sometimes jumping
Waking all cells
With joy and
Leaves dancing,
Renjoinment
Scalp hurts
Time pain is a mystery
How long we are given
Is all for to pray
God grant me some
More time