You are under the same sky
A rising sun bleeds out night
Clouds pitch, yaw, something awry
You are thoughtless, without sight
Locked in a dreamless waking
Gulls screech, dried-out grasses sing
You are with him

In a distance, in a gap
By the side of the boat yard
You sense the absence, the trap
You cover your eyes, turn hard
Pull away from the moment
All your words, unsaid, now spent
You are with him