I could blame it on ennui
from half a year and more,
Touch up here, and there,
hustle, getting ready for spring showers.
Baby on the way!
With the ebb and flow,
caught up by the undertow,
in the tide of life.
Why must These tears fall,
crying, crying, into the night –
missing… missing… we have lost them,
lost them all.
Wheel of time,
you’ve hardly turned before they’re gone.
Turn back, turn back and restore,
restore to me mine!
I will hold you, hold you ever,
in thought, in prayer, in sighing breath,
my child, my sister, father, mother, brother, lover —
here, here in my heart living ever.
Here in my heart,
And still I cry!
Let’s meet for coffee?
Soon, tomorrow? Later, let’s
set a date. Later…