You see the dull morning sky;
you hear the song of birds;
feel the black dog barking
and growling in your heart
and head. You want the sunlight
of hot summers; want to hear
the spring song of birds; want
the caress of a goodnight kiss.
You feel the dullness of age
creeping along your bones;
see the dim light of winter
mornings enter your heart;
want those days of youth again;
want less age old pain. You see
the love of your young days die
from cancer; hear their words
over and over on a summer's
eve; you want your young days
once more. You see no sun
coming over the hill; hear a
mournful bird sing; you want
no more dark places, want
what deep love can bring.