You must first close your eyes
To see that love is blind
This allows your heart
To inform your mind.

Night shifts leave me dried, tired, sun deprived.
Daytime – awake yet unable to bask in the summer sun.
The sun’s first sighting signals my bedtime.
In the daylight hours, my sleeping soul stirs alone.

My midnight oil warms those sleeping in bed;
Seduced by pleasant peacefulness and dreams.
I toil at night when the world is dead,
And spirits guard my early grave patiently.

You say you are happy
How can that be?
You work all the time
No time for you and me
Let’s take a holiday
A weekend by the bay
Stroll by moonlight
Sleep away the day
After you will thank me
For setting you free
From this toil and sadness
And bringing you back to me

My best friend died at Home last week
He wasn’t  old – the same age as me
His sister phoned to let me know
She knew that we were very close

When she told me he had died
My heart gave way and then I cried
I cried all day and cried all night
I wish I had been there by his side

I cursed myself for being abroad
And leaving the land where I was born
I miss my Home and miss my friends
And yearn to return Home again

Sometimes when I close my eyes
I see his face and his kind smile
He really was a good friend
I hope he smiled to the very end