Adam's Cross

Turns his face away
From everything he sees
Walks his lonely cane
To parchment poetry

Every step he takes
Away from you and me
Makes a sunny day
dark rooms and cups of tea

He remembers
What it used to be
Where he held her

Now it's just a street
Where empty faces
And Empty places

Turn away from me

And while we're so content
to try to understand
Where he's going
and what he's looking for

He's already there
in Adam's Cross

Where he dreamt the dream
and dared to dare