By the rising of the early circle
While the new born
day cries out
Loud
Bearing all the
hardest memories
You alone know for
certain
To tear the curtain
Meeting my neck with
a mellow kiss
When the daylight
plays a mute melody
I acknowledge your
for our mutual breath
Lash
My mind when my soul
becomes reborn
In a perpetual deity
That inspite our
disability
Has created such a
virgin morn.
And all the love
that God has given me
Through your living
here on earth
Birth
Of the Holy One,
creation never ending
I give back what I
am
Thanking God for my
man
Who has com to me by
an angles sending.
(1995)
