Shall I wish you a good day,
as you fade away?
Drifting in the soft lights
like fog along a bay.

Will you ever come again
in hot flesh that’s real?
Touching earth, touching sky
with blood that pumps in veins.

I have dropped tears as cold as rain
with the winter chill of fear and loss,
and so I wish that you would come
and fill this dreaded empty space.

Will you ever find return from
the frigid banks of Styx?
Searching for the motherland and
the fiery hearth that’s me.

 

16/7/2025