RedGage

The T-poem

These fingers long for the strings of a guitar.

These feet long to grow deep inside the earth

To become roots of a tree.

These eyes long to see the sky above Paris.

These shoulders long for wings.

These ears long for eternal silence of fools.

This mouth longs for a careless smile,

This throat longs for voice that sings the blues.

These eyelids long for sleep.

This heart longs to beat so fast ,

That the pulse becomes a straight line.

These lungs long for a breath of arctic air.

This skin longs for the African sun,

This hair longs for desert wind.

This soul is left with hope it will be given more

Than just one life. And good memory.