sua parola
I would promise you
all the sweet green grass in the world
to lay your sweet head on
if you would follow me
in the shadow of the sun,
and I would lift you up
for all the world to see
your beautiful white skin
& perched as on the glacier’s edge
on the edge of time itself
at the end of the world
& cast on the breeze
implored
to sing your song once more.