I see you flowing in the wind through my periphery
You are the shape of no man and every man
You are set against a white circle
Your eyelashes are very long and your jaw is strong
Your eyes are facing down
In the distance is a fragile fence with a man at a watchtower
He is holding something that looks like a gun or so it seems
That’s all what my mind is telling me
It appears that you are always at half mast
But should not be
For there is hope that soon you will be here again at home with me
Written and Recited by Debra Perl
