Xareni

Will they bind my feet, use me in the old ways, put chains around my knees, i leave it upto you, in your stupid craze, to get me far from view, as memory of home recedes, and other houses merely fade, who will hear me weep, forget those somnolent crews, with eyes as big as graves, no one else will do, in gardens of St Bedes, acts of love confer grace, bypass all uncertainty, don't ignore the few, when we struggle to face, how to play this tune, strew kindness to our sleep, bring askance to our days, let us learn to recieve, a voice in golden haze.