miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

Irons and birds, poem.

   Irons and birds

Irons and birds
Crazy and crows,
The old wine,
And walk in leather.

The fish and the area,
The golden shrub,
Where you have taken refuge
with friends of the stars.

Life as a train
passes now winging its way into the night
and nobody sees it.

His Light,
that is.