Robert Rorabeck - Distant Flower

I give long witness to your eyes
Looking for silence.
Where is your child underneath
The mountain- There could be so many
Ways.
I will save her, because I know what
You’re thinking,
And the bus is turning around
Having forgotten so many things.
Maybe she is in the sky, the sky beneath the
Mountain,
Your child, your daughter of so many things.
Words are spit on the window of heady
Vagrancy,
But your eyes are really wonderful,
They go so far away; they see so many things.
The night is a cryptic flower turning in its
Jewelry case,
And you forgot to know who I am in any case.
And your daughter is so far away,
But I will save her. I’ll read her the words you
Couldn’t say in any case,
When the song is over, when life and breath are
Over,
I will return her to you under the mountain
The night whispering,
Your daughter safely to your arms,
With your eyes so far away.

Robert Rorabeck

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