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Friend

You worry me, Shy One,

I'd love to get to know you.

But you are not shy, you are a bastion.

Quiet, unmoving, firm. Resolve.

 

You are a friend, fathoms deep,

I need to fathom you out.

I need to speak to your sleep.

 

Your pulse, is like the tide, constant, neap.

Under the moon, pale, we sleep

Speak out! Let's just talk about the weather today,

I don't mind. Talking about the weather is just as good,

How are you ? I know you're fine. We don't change those sands of time.

 

You are deep, but quiet, a firm resolve,

A revolver, rotating drum, by the fire light,

The din of the djinn, is quiet in your soul.

I stare into the embers of the coal.

The call of the night.

 

Talk to me. Tell me something about you.

Mystery of the mysterious ones,

The seven cities you lived in,

The seven sons,

The seven suns in the sky, revolve around us,

those djinns that live in the bastion

 

I want to know you, I like you,

Talk to me, even about the weather,

How are you, fine, as ever,

Tell me are you all right, is your family safe,

Do you eat at night ?

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Written by
justin-blaauw
South African
Published
Jan 9, 2013
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