Pet Dogs - SK

As the life was a river
Voyaging through ages
I used to float in its caring hands
a la belle etoile *

	They say the river has no hands 
	But a long tail
	Tied somewhere in at the mountains
	-Help yourself 
	From those fantasy-class drop-outs

And all the time 
The river flowed 
Endlessly 
Like a silent tear
But joyous, of course

Yet me knew that
It won't remain a bonsai all the long
For I had seen 'em weeping
Sick out of its magic colours

At last,
In these dog days
I t's up to me   				 
Like a charger merciless
With its hooves reaching my forehead
The stars seem to lose their place
And the moon hidin'way

Helpless am I
To cover my wounds either
Or to defend the man in  the mirror
But to lie on a bench of arrows
Being warned 'gainst scooting
As in a varsity exam

So here I am
Beneath the starry sky
And the fading moon
Offered my senses to love
And my heart for luv songs
Lettin' those hooves on my bare bosom
And waiting patiently
For a stone's throw from Jerusalem

Lost, are my memories somewhere
Or else, I swear
My wounds would've been deeper
-Saying wounds, I mean
Those from the bites of memories

My memories,
Deserting their cages - the luv songs
Had gone far away
For I can hardly hear 'em
Get me them back
For it's my salvation
Being hurt by memories

Tell me
Who sang of love
Which even faceless
Could fill the cuppa life
Even that of a bird-brain


(* a la belle etoile [F]: under the beautiful star: in the open air at night)