Where did the members of your tribe go To happiness they thought they would suddenly Find Didn't we find our happiness after traveling Strange lands And still stranger times Happiness became just an yester feeling The song that you once sang sometimes catches Up with the sunflowers here Unfolds the fragrance of a long night of love making We once hid behind languid questions, tumbled Bed sheets and ragged skins fatigued By a patient sky night Collages at each end that never Answered, seemed to give me a cool after thought Of satin finish hope Outside did I hear a lone carriage takeoff to the dark.
