The night would have ended,
And heralded the day light,
Would have given you the pure sight.

The lakes, the pools; the grass, the hay; the road, the mud;
All would have uttered the name of you
Had you played without a blew.
But,
Did you?

Did you?
You didn’t.
The night has not ended.
The daylight, for you, remains absent.
The lakes, the pools; the grass, the hay; the road, the mud;
Are all silent.
You had...