slave of the dream

She lives in the city
near the sea,
Slave of the dream,
prisoner of the pirate.

I want to be with her,
watch her stand by the shore,
beautiful, warm, smiling,radiant,
could I ask for more?

want her to see,
in turn watch her face,
light up with that childish glee,
things that I wove,
sea turtles that bleed.

let us put the seeds for the plants we need,
growing older by an hour,
hair grown grey as wheat flour,
may be stained lot ,
life is surely lost.