A White angel
Came to my door last night
In a black dress
Offering to sing a song
That I had written
When the seasons were shining
And summer was not too hot
When a walk though the forest
Despite boils in the feet
Didn’t deter
You from dancing
But my song was not just a song
It was a prayer
To soothen the nerves
Of horses
In the carriage
Which carried you to the sea port
Where your next ship
Was anchored
To take you
To a twilght zone
East and the west could meet there
Just as at sunset time
Light and darkness pursue each other
Not knowing who swallows whose pride
Does it matter really
