Night Song

Lamps burnt like homespun stars;
Stars threatened by the blustery.

The rain passed by our huts
And we smelt her perfumed tailwind.
And ah how it intoxicates
Mama with memories!
Memories we can only imagine.
She has held our arms walking through the rutted memory lane
But we were children
Ravished by our dreams
Like snakes to a charmer's pipe...
And her tears will flow
Into a boundless sea
We sailed on to dreamland.
She knew we did not understand.
With her eyes at papa's grave
She'll hear Inspiration
Giving her the endless lyric of life
To our night songs
We failed to find depth in
Until we got into her shoes
And our sons slept
Halfway through a line of our lullabies.

- Martins Deep