Layla

Times we ought to share, a burnt light of feasting, makes me dream of elsewhere, let others condone, that passing daydream, of a loving family home, more than any dare, I’ll do what's needed, don’t need the stairs, to hear love's angry tones, swell around my knees, like broken water, it really isn’t fair, I know what I’m leaving, an eternal duty of care, a worn loading stone, it’s now only me, swear that it's over, at play or in prayer, cry that I’m released, shake the sun from my hair, s look over the sea.