Summer air and drenched leaves
Of goals never reached
The wind gliding through my soul
A melody of god's ways untold
A repetition to understand
Listened once, forgot again
Grief, they say, is the last form of love
Being clawed away are these yearnings for more
A new taste and new love
To be god's fool
The one he sent out to ramble of helpless needs
And blissful deeds
Let this world be greedy
We are too starved to express
Oh god, make us bleed
Make us poor a trail of wonderment
for a better world
Where the starving woman dances
With the wind that only she can see