Always AheadAlways AheadWhere will swallows fly to when world endsWhen nests are burned And smoke itches the eyes?Will they greet the homeless hearts they'll meetJustice is blind but they aim to findGenerous coasts lined with olive treesDoes it hurt to die? asks my little birdHis pretty eye beseechingFeeding on pinches of Saturday salveCollected from jars high on mother's shelvesThey smell like home while it still lastedWith smiles and cushions, for that is what counts!I say it doesn't, no, how could it even...You'll just lay your head down into my palmsAnd when you wake up, you will fly onTowards ruby sunrise, always ahea