Long is the time which went by,
Mary.
Long like a river dark.
And there remains no single story
For us to cross
The pure seas, or spark
A light into our ancient glory
Of days we were alive,
Holy.
Of days before the spot
Turned lone, sullen and dreary.

I will sail on a shattered glass,
Blame me not -
I will hum an air so sad, so lonely,
That I’ll wake the child up again,
And then,
Run away.