You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
I jump from ship to ship, / fly dangling from the claws of a huge bird in the sky / till my toes scrape mountain-tips.
Where there's no scent of mother, but only a sweet sense of comfort in the touch I remember the warmth of my mother's lap
It’s been so long since we last spoke that I don’t think I can talk to you without confessing something. There you were, standing before me
When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right
