THE HOLIDAY OF LOSS
Will you search for me tonight?
Or is it to be a hollow twilight
We’ve both moved on and yet we might
Find undercarriage for our flight
With he landing strip of home in sight
Will I be back tomorrow night
The holiday of loss remains
There is no loss but only gain
There is no loss but only gain
The holiday of loss remains
When you’re away it’s hard to say
That I’m at home and see the light has fallen west
The Sun’s gone down to light the rest
As they wake up I’m still awake, though in the end it’s them who’ve slept
Are they aware of what lies East
A broken dream, no sleeping beast
Shall stand so tall disturb the light
No shadows lift them from the height
Of sunny easy normal day
It gets no better for them now
For even well trimmed sail and prow
Can drive in only one direction
Soft and slow meanders imperfection
So no, I’m not allowed to take a break
The trees through wind the branches shake
As usually some fruit will fall
While I wilt to the ground and slowly crawl
But yet I know what strives direction
Not this life should seek perfection
The best we can is strike the game
And win some of the points for which we aim
The game we play so hard to win
But yet has small meaning in the end
Unless behind a mark we leave
Indelible this web we weave
I walk a dog, a simple thing
Yet marks he leaves restricting reach
When birds can simply walk a beach
Or skywards spread their open wings
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