Perspective

 

When the sunset drips

And the Sphere horizon

And the yellow smile

All wane to nought;

When the embers drown

in sand and sand

And the tide recedes

from the tidal land

Where the children scream

and play in a home

Not yours;

Too distant and far away.

Too distant and far away.

Too distant and far away.

Too distant and far away.

            You’re here.