I wished myself young again for you last night
only if for your gaze
your touch -
but geography of life
carves roads on my face
erodes the youth from what
I see when you take me in your eyes
Would that for us the time
between your touch and mine
when skin meets,
and smiles,
the years collapsed,
that mirrors had no memory
I opened the doors to the night storm,
hoping to quench this thirst
but the torrents of rain lit the fire
I picked up the splinters of Habib's sweet sounds
and behind us stretched the endless desert.
Yet you remain as beautiful as the earth,
as children at the village well
as the lonely traveller without luggage, and I
I sit here on my suitcase of days
waiting for the train to who knows where
I want to forget the days
I want your blindness
-forgive me -
and travel with you
to the lands of wonder
I wished myself young again last night
for you, you understand
not for me.
I lie
It was all for me
Habib Koité, Malian singer, songwriter and guitarist
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