Floating on a lilo, squinting to the clouds, day dreaming…
Sinking into the couch, getting lost in a book, coffee brewing…
Curling up on a soft rug, playing my favourite tracks, fire crackling…
Dangling my feet in the water, watching the fishermen, time trickling…
Digging my toes in the sand, breathing in the salty mist, wave crashing…
Leaving everything, rushing into the storm, barefoot running…
Reaching out my hand, smiling at you, a life worth living!
I heard him singing again
amongst the birds
in the deep mountains
above the tea plantation.
Papa told me he lost his mind
to a dragon.
I saw him leading the buffalo
down the stream
dragging smoke from a pipe.
I had never waved nor smiled
too scared to lose my mind and
I was five.
Years gone by
I heard him singing no more.
Papa told me
he lost his voice to
the crows.
I watch him
dragging smoke from the pipe
like incense burning
I see angels chanting
paving the way for
resting.
