Mother of All

Come when you are ready to love me And come when you realized more of love The time when flesh mean nothing than dust Come when you are ready to see me Not just pain that paint my solace soul And when darkness no longer breeds sorrow Come when you really want pure bliss And call to whom that bestow blessings Wait for me as I stagger like a foolish pagan Come when all sores are wide open Wide enough for a blind eye to see Call me before dawn fades my dreams Light the wisdom of the goddess to this valley A valley I wander through day and night Find your vanity before winter wrinkle all sweat I shall wait to the corner of your heart all night Visit me more often than you thirst for water Water my dust with your pure tears Look for signs to those flourishing flowers And sing my last rhymes of sweet poetry