Water or Milk

Staggering into the kitchen, at 4am, 38 years ago, I went to the fridge...

All I can offer you;

Water or milk,

Dreams for your lonely ones,

Sadness and silk,

Schemes for your dreamers and

Thread for your seamers to

Weave in a tapestry

Of some other ilk.

 

All that I ask of you

Eyes for your sight,

Ears for your listening to

Sounds in the night.

Cheers for the lucky ones, hear-

Hears for the plucky ones and

Tears for the loved ones who

Dropped out of sight.

 

David Lewis Paget