bon avis
Express yourself in thousand miles to pass,
Speak with the words of empty nights of waiting,
Play with the time, though taking role of toy,
Pursue the time like one competes in pace
With starting locomotive.
Don’t blink the spark
And put as much of flame
In every step, in every hug and promise.
Until you have been lit
And thrown to ashtray
With all your deeds, and accidents, and follies.
Speak with the words of empty nights of waiting,
Play with the time, though taking role of toy,
Pursue the time like one competes in pace
With starting locomotive.
Don’t blink the spark
And put as much of flame
In every step, in every hug and promise.
Until you have been lit
And thrown to ashtray
With all your deeds, and accidents, and follies.