Is it true?

Is it true there’s no return

To the dreams we dreamt together

When we could choose the stars

That beconed us

And the moon that danced us off

To the break of dawn?

Whence the precipice

Whence the clif

Or the end of this long journey?

Whence the blow that changed the day?

Whence the killer with the axe?

Is it true there’s no return

To the joys of yesterday

When the plumes held sway

In the brightnss of a day

And the steads kept on their way

On a destined journey?

Alfred Grech

24/06/2020.