Gift

  It’s 4.m.the sky’s a silvershade of grey swallow’s clatterin the eaves, my mindis somewhere far from sleep:I think of you. It isn’t truethat I don’t care,it’s just that ‘’life’’ took overway back therewe lost our link I broke away. It’s 4a.m.the sky’s so lighthow could I sleep my head it achesI fear the futurelike an empty drum it bangs it’stune. It isn’t truethat I don’t care,I look at you all radiant withyour golden hairyour Angel closely intertwined:I’m wishingall the wonder life can findwrapped upin diamond wedding twineI’m sendingall my love to you.