Shepherd Boy

Sun has watched me watch

the sheeps graze the ground,

sheeps have watched me watch

the sun go down,

a million star eyes watched me watch

my dreams alone,

birds have watched me watch

the herd dance to my tune,

glaze has watched me watch

me holding staff as my own boy,

world has watched me watch

my life go by,

they all have watched me raze to ground

knowing just enough to call me a Shepherd Boy.

Longest Night

Under the cloud scared sky

over looking lake reflecting yellow lights,

with neither clouds nor lights

being part of the dark sky or motionless lake

life, seems to scar and reflect

without being as much part of me

and I wandered to the broken voice

of deaf singer lost in words

on the longest night

Travellers they wait for the whistles blow

to chug along the parallel lines,

dogs they search trees lined

for they care less about the fruits borne

I, on the other hand

wait for fruits to fall at the dogs bark

standing on a platform where the train never stops

on the longest night