Early sun the birds' tongues sends a-wag;
Gorse pyres force fires in through open window dragged,
Like rogues blag a cabin below the deck of a wandering ship,
So smoke woke being stowed on the lip of a morning wind.

Taking my time,
Light I descry,
To wake in a while.
Warm bodies that lie

Beneath a banyan balcony, a muse of colour calls to me.
A sari much less touched than seen, but touched to see
My chest used to be used not as a pillow, but my trunk
For you, blown skin willow is drunk on your best.

Taking our time,
In the night slowly by,
But waking under a spun sky,
Miles now divide and I'm

Not spending night
Be still full of time