For the first time
In a long time
I hear children
And the sound of birdsong
It isn’t a difficult thing
To dream one’s dreams
Yet always we must be careful
Just what we wish for
Take care as you tread
On the cusp of solitude
And loneliness, for one repairs
While the other edges towards despair
That we don’t always know
Or half-way recognise
One from the other says much
About the frailties of the human psyche
Where, in her words
I discerned the self same doubts
Which, day after day
Asked me to pick up my pen
