Demelza, where can you be?
I believe you seek something 
to benefit, or at least delight, me.
Have you followed the poet to his hidden pool
where he dabbles his days away?
Will you return from the black hole
with alacrity, a supernova in your eye?
Have you learnt from mothers cherishing children
the human heart's infinite endurance?
Or of inspired freedom fighters too,
leaving the world around them in shreds
for the sake of their great cause?
Meanwhile I turn to see 
a sodden harvest in the field,
turn again to see 
our dangerous Cornish cliffs cloaked in darkened fog,
turn to see exhausted faces all expecting the worst.
When I turn to see your fairness through the doorway
Demelza, my heart will burst with love.
Yes, and every forward-looking, merry tune
whistling up-beat as it should
in the unfettered mind.