For Rianne

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Rianne, you evolve somehow

You must know, how you started

Your first lines with something

Like the womb of your mother

Some classical music

And nursery lines recited

Even before you are born

And then you talk about

Papa and mama and their loving hands

The male guitar the female voice

And tender fingers and rosy cheeks

And some babbles on the cradle

You grow up and talk about love

And the opera and some applause

Remembering the phantom songs

And the labyrinths of the heart

A little complication now

A grudge of some little prisons

And some birds wanting to be free

From a golden cage

Then Rianne I anticipate something

Sooner you will learn my language

Of happiness and bliss and wandering

To the sea, the one with a beginning

And seemingly without an end

How I decided to swim be like a fish

And be with the corals of the deep

How I like to have fins and codes

Deep down the far oceans to other continents

How I like some things far away

How I like never coming back

Because there is so much out there

And everything I once owned and claim to own

Have all become exhausted