Gloria for glory
The age at which she told her story
Flushed with pride and insolence
Standing on the balcony but looking in
A child with no resistance
No ache to share
Her captain, her agony, had left her planting roses behind the farmhouse
So there she stayed in half-shadow, but sun-graced and standing among the branches low with spring, now high and bare, still standing in the meadow
If she wakes she can walk unseen and see everything foreign in the darkness, and he will not be there because this is the hidden world.
Glory arrives unexpected
They know how her head spun when at the harbour the ship sailed and the men smiled, how shine is not lives away but now and for the taking
Know a heart can turn blue but insane blue is the colour of the sky.