There will come a time
when no one living
will have known you.
When the earth
will rise and turn,
and the child, heavy
from a sleepless night
of earache, will weep
in the moonlight –
blank walls glowing,
the skylight her only friend.
when no one living
will have known you.
When the earth
will rise and turn,
and the child, heavy
from a sleepless night
of earache, will weep
in the moonlight –
blank walls glowing,
the skylight her only friend.
And you will be floating,
watching and silent,
trying to find
a way back.