Let raindrops fall

and grasses sigh

over the bed

where my lover lies.

 

Let morning die

as evening weeps

over the bed

where my lover sleeps.

 

Let flowers grow

and perfume fill

over the bed

where my love is still.

 

Let summer fade

as winter yawns

over the bed

where my love has gone.

 

By Fiona Lochhead       2011