Xareni

It's quiet here now, after fifty years of need, my heart still calls home, still as the cave, where praise be, I hope to be saved, my body glistens and glows, back in this country, it's here that I grow, provide me this space, I’ll take serenity, especially on feast days, storks with barren tones, glide against the breeze, on volcano's shoulder, they heasr me pray, in light of the season, my life on the rails, in the blue dawn, stripped like a tree, my hands cover a rose, old lovers weep.