The west

The west

Tell him that I waited
A year and I got nothing
No word, no sound, no sign
Tick Tock the clock kept ramming
Against the plot that shaped us
Against my heaven on earth,
A happily ever after

Tell him that
My legs were numb
So at the crack I packed
My humanity and dancing shoes
Sunsets where kinder, more welcoming
I sang to the moon to keep warm
The days got lighter

Tell him that
On its flight it carried the scent
Of his sweat as he ploughed the fields
That his father ploughed before him
Daily as I stood on the door
Looking out for his shadow
A glimpse of what could be

Tell him that
When the west had swallowed me
I was never alone
I carried him in my spirit
For it didn't have his smile
Nor did it have his strength
To carry me home

So I lay wondering
All about what we could have been
Different shades of brown
Blended on the land of our fathers
Ploughing our lives away like they did
At peace with us, at peace nonetheless
Unlike the cold where my remains lay
Where the sun sets, the west