What do you think about, my friend..?

     What do you think about, my friend,
     what do you think about..?
     D’you think of any different land
     with pain and evil out…?

     D’you think of being,  safe from care,
     with all the beings rooted
     by hearts and lips,  by looks and air
     in kindliness and beauty…?

     Of far away d’you think from strife,
     from disregard whatever…
     D’you think of but the place for life,
      as light and thin as heaven…?

     With no hunger,  no haste
     to stare at a living race,
     with not a do, no more as much
     as skin-to-skin  each other touch…

                Legs, paws or wings be there immortal
                let dare not – them stay on mortal
                let if at least  but no end of
                such life – d’you think,
                d’you think, my friend of..?

                All various, no better,
                you kiss her neck  or flower's petal..!

      My friend,  that far, senselessness through
     d’you ever tour…?
     D’you see the untrod land contour
     on cliffs in blue..?

     Or do you place unearthly high
     to heart of yours akin
     the scenery  unseen with eye
      to any star to pin..?

                For the congenial  meet indeed
                the only where  we only need…
         
                What do you think about, my friend..?

      Or, beaten by the nasty,
       ‘ve been frail enough  to be afraid –
        since childhood facing stars – afraid
        of sapphire-ruby lustre…?