When you’re gone
The night starts bleeding into dawn.
When you’re not coming home
The waking sun sings words of worlds beyond,
Burning away all the footprints you left behind
Singing me blind.
When I’m gone
You will see that you’ve not been the only one.
For so long
You were safe in oblivion,
But at last the wheel of time
Is moving on.
Now your times are long forgotten,
Fallen kings no longer talking,
Dust to dust where you came walking –
Late at night you would be talking
Of ascendants and their workings –
Turning cogwheels , Escher’s stairwells –
You flew high, the sun was scorching,
Soot and smoke, all you’d been touching,
From the heights that were your passion
You were the drop that fed the ocean,
Luna’s spawn, your own contortion,
All the world to your devotion …
Looking on your works, you mighty, I despair.