When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
......
In the dark corners of our minds
Lurks the shadows of superstition
Whispers of fears and doubts that bind
And fuel our irrational ambition
......
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
......
In the dark corners of our minds
Lurks the shadows of superstition
Whispers of fears and doubts that bind
And fuel our irrational ambition
......