THINKING ABOUT YOU

When the birds fly and light the epoch that loom begins

When the spider weaves I linger and limp with demure

When the cockroach walks I am greatly astonished

When the mosquito sucks I think glaringly

Of whom could all these be?

 Oh adept! Is it all? White and oil that debar you from adoring

Sleep walking sporadically with hapless outcome.

In the morning I set out on an expedition

In the evening I return drowsily filled with

Potion that needs been celebrated

It’s then I think and wept bitterly about my adore one

Who contagious evil have deserted for no just reason

Though the seed have been sowed awaiting harvest

Will you not stay to reap and preserve that which you have

laboured for? Will you now compromise your faith

in the heat of trials and persecution? You vouchsafed to stay

but secular and dynamic you appear to be now

is it all that you have promised and is it how it will end?