Helen Steynor

Vertalen 13 jaren geleden

The Fear The walled garden and the empty overgrown lake Your eyes flutter as you gently drift awake The owl and the cockerel call to the moon Fear not dear one sleep will find you again soon For today is the day, the freedom you wish was yours Put on your show, but don't expect applause They ignore the scratch on your wrist Another polite denial to add to their list The tears in your mind hover in the clear blue So the sun in your smile can appear to seem true For soon it will be empty grey and the rain will arrive This is not what you wished for, fear of being alive