FOR MUM AND DAD
How pitiful your loving be...

I taste this day a yearning,
A bittersweet bouquet...

Again taken back to the wind and the howling,
Once more I'm returned to the wild...

My pace deliberately slows as I approach the...
So soon your rumbling music will caress my ears...

I arose from one of those half-sleeps,
Where the clock hands move like quicksand...

With one last push and one huge scream I stumbled...
Released at last from you, the first and final...

Crystal tear I send into the dying dust,
One globe in payment for your love...

So altered from that sombre day when first I stood...
Surrounded by the crying, ever needy throng...