Hundred million years

Hundred million years


Hundred million years old’s the leaf on the tree,
Hundred million years old’s the square, the circle,
Hundred million years old’s the suicidal whale'n the sea,
Hundred million years old’s the forest, hunter, turtle.

Hundred million years old’s the silence in the shell,
Hundred million years old’s the rhyme, song, the bluster,
Hundred million years old’s the cry that you can't hear well,
For hundred million years on us has washed the Master.

Hundred million years old’s your smile, your hair,
Hundred million years old’s the needle in the vein,
For hundred million years lips've sticked to lips everywhere.

For hundred billion years I’ve been by myself naked, clean.