‘‘In Quest Of Struts’’
The days I was young
Are getting older with me
The warmth of loving arms
Are getting colder like a sea.
So foolish I am, asking the sky
where you’ve lost the dark clouds
That scared me of droplets in my bed
But close to hands, they liked the shouts.
I dreamt of clear light to see the smiling faces
The silent air to hear the birds singing in the trees
No steps on the field to touch the green morning dew
All the seasons coming together to smell all the breeze.
The days, the arms, the clouds, the dreams all now far apart
The struts keeping them together have now fallen down the sea
As I have sailed in quest of them since long days, nights, and hours
The cold waters and the roaring waves like the sharks are biting on me.