Hark the wistful splendour of the afterglow of garden

Hark the wistful splendour of the rain.

Hail the female gender of the human race since Eden

Hard to live without, to live with pain.

 

I saw the sunshine, streaming, from the day I opened eyes

A world that gives so little offers much.

I saw my Grandpa wheezing on the last day of his life

A day devoid of joyousness and such.

 

Between the day of birth and the day life passed me by

Was an experience that family only gave.

Influenced by others who would have a part to play

It was family who would visit my own grave.

 

Apart from wanting everything, I especially needed them

A way to learn that schooling couldn’t give.

Apart from wanting everything, I especially wanted you

Without your soul, my water drained into a sieve.

 

Your soul can offer something that solitude cannot

Lonesomeness is like a cloud that doesn’t pass.

Your soul can offer something that dependence surely can’t

No other love so strong that it can last.

 

Dependence upon you is met with reciprocity

A compromise like night that follows day.

Dependence upon you is met with serendipity

Belief my road’s direction can be laid

 

By someone other than myself, by someone just like you

The sunshine lights the darkness of my night.

By someone other than myself, by someone who is true

To chance encounters that become my lifetime’s flight.

 

You are my garden, you are my rain, my cloud, my light, my sun

From two we built a world for us as one

You are my wistful splendour, you are my race since Eden

Your soul within a life that’s just begun.

Published by Owen Tilley