Crazy Da Must Sing
I’ve grown used to miracles
the wonder is not whether we will be together
me with those I’m loving
on some other side.
The wonder is that we’ve met and been
together, loving here in this half-made
world, where love is yet to take its hold.
Of course, this is no consolation for you,
you who are seeking for me everywhere.
But this in not the place for consolations,
And only those who understand
are fit for loving here.
I was used to miracles the day I lived.
And now I begin my days myself.
Even if I make a logic of your sentiment,
If we found us here,
how should we lose the touch in a
world more light?