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

The sunburn brightness of your

Bleached blank smile…


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…


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…


Then it's time you come home

To me