2016年11月18日星期五

A Tribute to L. Cohen

Now Mom takes your hand 
and she leads you to the grassland 
She is wearing a hat and sneakers 
from teenie-weenie her favourite 
And the sun pours down like honey 
on our lady who loves winnie the pooh
And she shows you where to look 
among the garbage and the flowers 
There are kites in the sky
and daisies having grown since July
There are children in the morning 
They are running out for life 
and they will run that way forever 
While Mom holds the thread
and you want to fly away from her 
and you want to travel blind 
You know that you can trust her 
for she's touched your perfect body with her milk and blood

   by  Imyorphan Zen