Harsh and dangerous years
grey pebbles encased in ice
seasons in their perpetual cycle
visit yet to gather their tithe.
Black covers of a book slammed shut
epitomise time here where we are
thankful of sleep as the hours may pass
but think too of the unconscious loved one
that precious time you realised, dumbstruck
they had fell from the heavens for you
a pristine figure you had to reach out
and touch for confirmation
-it's true!-
in these harsh and dangerous years
it's true.