I’ve seen many likes; of thin caste
Haven been here since it
My eyes have groaned since fall
Hoping for the song of spring
As the birds used to,
And the glamour of autumn
That paints the trees.
Since Adam I’ve been this
And only I was left after them
…Yes I know them all,
Still my wants surpass all
Wants. I birthed their heads.
The Creator calls me World
I cry and wine my tears over, and over
Wanting to know love; but not.
Men just love themselves; as they always dew
Holding hands, kissing mouths
And lying lips.
At least they spooned; but me
Looking still for a lover, searching
For a man who will break the wall,
To hate the world of no love.
The hero who will wake,
And cleanse my face with hope
Just one lover….just o n e
I’ve seen many times; of this count,
More than billions of methuselah.
That’s why I sing of Judas, for many
I’ve seen, and still will be.
My gems I gave to men:
Failures who thrust my trust through,
Countless made their wealth with my gift,
Only to turn and wet my fair hair with shame:
They ate the grass and peed on the fruitful soil.
I, Yes I ….will still regret
Till the moment your eyes bright,
For eon, I’ve been needy:
Badly for men crazy to change.
Countless mountains melted to sand
While I waited still….For a man
A man mad for change.
Men who only will please their belly
If need be for it.
In my dirge I’ve sat all times lost,
Hoping for a lovely melody
Running down the lips of Eve’s kids.
And such song I’ll still wait for,
Till the generation comes, holding up their arms
Lifting the flag for fuller breeze.
Till then…..Wait will I