a blossom of a roadside cosmos seems rather sad because colorless,
raises the eyes to find the tomorrow at the moment when wind stops
and roams, through the rifts the wind cunningly manipulates,
to look back the trying passage
the cosmos lady tall and slender, a lonely and pathetic woman,
“why are you humming berceuse Jocelyne, while rocking
an empty cradle? whom do you wait for in this chilling night,
under the moonbeam scatter the fallen leaves?”
for she is not able to conceive a baby,
plucks a star from the sky beyond the morning glow
the other side of daybreak; she wraps a star in the blanket
instead of a baby the woman never had,
and tightly holds it in her bosom pressing her cheek
against the folded blanket, and walks on the cold morning dews
for another day yet to come. nevertheless, each time she takes
a step forward the west wind hastily returns to retrace
its own footmarks which it has left in a bygone day,
and compels her reminisce unpleasant memories,
the memories of whole of bad fruits once the west wind
has had carried away
only for a bit
get away from this fit
can't take the lies
sick of all the times
I cared for the years
but now I'm left in tears
and I will never back away
from what I deserve today
and from here I can see
only "as far as far as me"
but those darkness eyes
that I dreamed a night
not what I needed
but it is what I pleaded (for)
so i'll see your passion
and rise my glass and
make sure you will be mine
because girl, you are fine
just the way you are
and I don't care how far
we go
but I know
that we can be
together free
and when your ready to go
you and me, we can lay low
--writer's note--
I wrote this at 4:36 last night
after a dream I had about getting
away from it all for a while and
I asked myself who would I take
and I would take my best friend
and only true friend Jocelyne