Lilly

The passage holds a light, between drinkers and vagrants, my youngest suffers in silence, places like pig styes, behind the lip of alleys, where cruise ships lie, I go forward with a sigh, my mind an oasis contained, far from the tourist cries, their hands are tied, what you'd expect anyway, sun, sex,sea and sky, still my daughter's dying, is no one to blame, I dream of islands, wait for lamps to shine, a chapel's sweet gaze, loving darkness night, bow to an ancient flame.