I walk not in melancholy mood
I am content.
Silently at my side
You walk contentedly.
Eyes closed, face wan, not sleeping, yet not awake
Trapped cruelly in her dying cocoon
Gasping pitifully for consciousness, life.
I know she senses me, smells me, longs to speak.
Can’t see, can’t read, can’t work
Who would choose to live in a half-lit world
I am safe here in my cosy, cocooned world
Warm, frozen, suspended in the moment of you.
I lift up my hand and stroke your hair. I cry
You wipe away my tears. Together we smile
The last day of the summer term!
Yet paradoxically this da seems longer
Than the rest of the whole school year put together!
I wonder why he is so very quiet
He hardly speaks at all. He sits and stares
And looks as if he isn’t there at all.
How do you reach a boy like that
I dream dreams of a garden
Perfect in all its detail:
Wisteria tunnels, a living gazebo
So many sea shells!
Strange to think the worlds they knew
No longer exit.
Yet in existing for us