You are sun-kissed.
Set against the salubrious sheen of the secure wall.
Strong and stubborn. Ah, somewhat sweet.
Quiet. Nice. Serene. Like the perpetual humming of a familiar song to drown out external existence.
Soft. Safe. Warm; a Warmth that caresses my skin with dancing fingertips; trailing patterns that go unseen on weary flesh.
You are sun-kissed.
Paaluru
Para-miRi
Thalka kala-athu
Ngaatha-marri-apa
Mika-nganha
Puuri-waka-athu
Wilpa-ngalpili
Punthanya
Intya intya intya
Pami-la kulypara-pira
Thungka
Ngata nhawala-athu
Thalka kala-athu-la
Long way, to a distant place
Long ago, in the distant past
I search for lights
I am nothing at all
Pain is me
I imagine a ghost
I lose myself
A useless person.
Oh, yes? Really? Is that so?
I see an omen
Darkness
Perhaps, I will perish
As I search for lights