To Wait For You To Come

i love you and i want you to be here what will the Tuareg do without the desert that furrows behind a dark burnous his thigh – his pinched by the caresses of the vulture what will he do without the fragrance of the date palm even of one of them grain for growing a Lightning split the sand just opened up like rain in my handfuls and like a vestige of tomorrow’s wind in my eyes stared at somewhere after the reflection of the olives in the oranges of South with my breath forgotten in the caves under water like the sea drum of the ancient Old man who lost his heart of sorrow die only the waves of the sand with the white sea foam a scream of a seagull a moan of the boat i stay deep like the sea orchid among the yellow radiance to wait for you to come