We Stood Here On The Origin Poem by Rahman Henry

The desert is in this way, that way the sea is
Returning from the exile at an unknown peninsula
We stood here on the origin

It's the past where we sowed love, imaginations
And a lot of pregnant dreams for future

Now the sattlement is reduced to dust
There is piles of dead snails and oyesters
And some discoverable ash

But we thought the house is waiting.
Calling us,

We learn our colorfull desires of nights from the oblivion
From the iced-ash as soft as the feathers of river martins