Crisis point Copyright Robert Fullarton 2008

Crisis point
Copyright Robert Fullarton 2008


Do we chase the shadows
in the moonlight?
Like the dreams
we'd fight and die for

Sons try so hard
to win the ribbon
of father's high affection

Mother sings the son
through the rough spells
and sorrows
while father fumes and foams
at the bottom of the stairs
like a storm and a conflict
that follows the boy
right through his shaken course

He must leave again
he does not know where
or when
but he must leave again
on and on
as the night clocks up miles
and hours of walking
and worrying into another dream

Amen