Cerulean Odyssey Four 24

breathing deep a draught of morning close the door on night time pain a sun that rises with more healing than a week of trading blue chip gain hold me tighter as you did before soak my ears in welcome laughter let me see you virgin youth again che sta che di de itty me ya vengeance is a way of grieving loss of limbs to wage a war too real ideals the merchants of illusion I seem to hang around inertia much not a lot of travel for Cerulean many are the stops of introspection resurrection every day of hope I slide from safety’s chilling harbour miria is ti ammana te yara don’t give in to melancholy babies reach for dreams of springtime wins I am persuaded by the steady rhythm of a diesel engine song soon I’ll have my coffee and a muffin drawing faces to escape the rain innia dandara bacha mines ta ro streaming scheming steaming let them go to places without water quench your thirst from Rachel’s river break the arrows of a passionate regret better days of understanding lie ahead