When it’s been so long the night no longer recognises

The sunburn brightness of your

Bleached blank smile…

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When it’s been so quiet you can hear the sound

Of earth bowing to allow your steps, so softly,

To pass o’er it’s peaty paths…

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When you’ve been so far

That the maps of your hands have been ironed

Smooth by well worn worries,

As much as by the touch of a lover’s caress…

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Then it’s time you come home

To me