The meanings conveyed or indented,
And the rhyme well intended,
I seldom understood, but clearly felt
Somewhere… at the back of my soul.
My mind floats around the falcon
Only to grasp that a true poet is being born,
Baptized with shame and love and pain
In the mirth of sadness,
Among the images spawning,
Somewhere... at the back of your soul.
So welcome… and goodbye...
My lonesome friend,
You`ve found your course.