Christian Kjellvander Roaring 40's
Humble me as if I were ten
Unfulfilled dreams and captains
In a distorted reverie I made out her call…..
…..the vastest desert of them all
Drawn, shiny calm, to yr mystery
I wanted revenge
But so, so did she
“I am the eldest of three sisters
Born down around the roaring forties
I have been sent to be yr mistress
Young man yr coming down with me”
So I recited from my rut, still undecided in my gut
How I wish…it was enough for me - the love of a family
“we could so easily enjoy you.
And easier we could destroy you
Me and my sisters never age
Me and my sisters rage”
Ok, lord….grant us a daughter of our own
We’d name her fire, because the water…is worn
