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 they daily openly grow

Wise and crafty their women proudly surround

To notice even a pregnant dove not in altitude low

And the palm stands will gently shake 

At the sight of the setting horizon 

When it comes to bid it good bye

It must first enter through the mouth 

What is cooked for love 

Brewed in the distillery of the heart

And the palm stands will gently shake 

At the sight of the setting horizon 

When it comes to bid it good bye

Waiting for you to act

Movements of muscles beneath the groin

Slowly erecting standing not on any feet

Through the food she ate he'll know this take

As she sits quietly by you as a tale you tell not

Waiting for you to act to touch what you have

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

When I found a piece of you

 A place far away 

A place called home 

The home I found 

In the thickest of the night 

On the most fragile string 

On which I now hang 

I noticed your glitter 

It was the only one I saw 

It was bright like home 

Where the navel was buried 

I will not forget my home 

Like this glitter I just saw

I will strike the dusty earth 

With a planting stake there

And behind leave seeds

Fertile seeds which can ever grow

Flowers and fruits in the desert

I have called you for long 

To make you part of mine

Here I am with you 

With a piece of you unknowingly