Literature
Give Me Shelter Under Your Wing
Give me shelter under your wing,
And become my mother and sister,
Let your bosom nestle my head,
Nest for my desolated prayer.
And in a time of clemency, between the suns,
Lean and I'll divulge the thing for which I pine:
They say in our world, one might find youth –
So where, then, is mine?
And one more secret, to you, I shall confess:
My spirit erupts in flame for want thereof;
They say in our world, love exists –
So what, then, is love?
The stars above defrauded me,
There was a dream - alas! It too is gone;
Now I have nothing in this world -
I have none.
Give me shelter under your wing,
And become my mother and sister,
Let