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