Closer it gets
closer I get to seven
years of mornings and nights
And Joseph still in prison
baffled by the dream/nightmare
reality that is never revealed
Closer I get to the heart this spring
hundred of moments passing not wasting
a breath on my reflection.
After Seven, Joseph realised
his forsaken God
and interpreted the dream
Lots of seven years will fall
like sour grapes from the hell of time
beneath the cold heaven
Closer I am
lost in the streets
never able to find my way to be him
Failing to be
failing what they want
failing my dream
London 23/03/2009
