It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
In terms of worldly achievement, no,
Not an impressive report to make:
Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...
Alison, my Alison
Though the afternoon is frowning
In our love our fears are drowning...
