You are aged in time and misfortunes.
As a child, I wondered why
You never smiled for photographs.
Perhaps a saint in earthly exile,
You talked of happiness
That is unknown to all
That anyone could hardly understand.
All seems to be lost
In the lanes of the sand-clock
As you fade in the drawing-room wall
And your people wither
Between the unturned covers
Of your book.
You are a half-forgotten messiah these days.
When the night builds walls around us
When rain falls on red earth
When there is fire in the eyes
And void in the heart
I have heard the darkness sing
I have heard the raindrops sing
I have heard the emptiness sing
Each and all,
To the notes you tuned.