A Chant

Artwork by Sabine Sauermaul

Say it bores me playing a piano

Or it sores me sailing a sea alone

Late at night when you’re asleep

And stars are watching over you my darling

Extend your hand and take me there

To that isle empire of beauty you built

And amid the rhythm of songs we sing

We’re lyrics to the world of magic

Days are steep and tiresome to climb

But together we mount like

A song coming to an end

But seem to be starting instead afresh