FAR FROM THE CUCKOO FARM
You doze now and I slow awake
The sun will then my corner take
A rusty neck and mild headache
Yet years to bend and not to break
We slip on past each other’s arms
But slipping only grows the charms
Oh to be back upon the farm
Where cuckoos crooned in soft alarm
Where koels hummed the morning bell
For thee and me a strange noel
Like bluebirds, we once laughed at hell
And leaping to our lover fell
We reckoned then we’d sense the way
Though angels swept mem’ry away
I’d meet you yet at some cafe
I swore I’d know you on that day
And looking back I was a fool
To think of playing by the rule
Heaven thinks that I lost my duel
But it alone won’t sing; you will