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.
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
The thoughts that scourge me in the night
Cannot defer the living skies
Of dawn and morning’s hopeful light...
