Morning feels

The night has drawn nigh 
The awakening of the morning
While some wait unending for a catch 
Others shake in a haste around
Waiting and viewing the calm sky
Shaking and expecting the right guy

The passing time

While I wait to open the door tight
Say goodbye to imprisoned appetite
They cheer the passing time
Just enough when they smile
At their dangling bodies divine 

The love to be here

The love to be here and out there
Brought us even close to the exit
Awaiting the appointed time

I saw an angel

The path of angels travails
And to men who walk that path
With difficulty I give honour 
It will seem to men as though they have all
And but will struggle with owning a genuine heart

Gentle and gigantic

 Gentle and gigantic they daily openly grow
Wise and crafty their women proudly surround
To notice even a pregnant dove not in altitude low

Palm stand

And the palm stands will gently shake 
At the sight of the setting horizon 
When it comes to bid it good bye

What is cooked for love

It must first enter through the mouth 
What is cooked for love 
Brewed in the distillery of the heart