Awake to the echoes
morning noon and night
Of a rare miracle....
Of warmth of care of calm
Tears from despair, faith
vigour
the happiness..
the gleam, is not gone.
As time draws itself
away from me-
its sad
as sad can be.
From nothingness
to something i sink-
sweet music
sweet sleep,
Steadfast,
in a sweet unrest,
the days of before
still fresh.