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