Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
As I could not when I was a young girl;
When weather stations, and ice-lollies,
Hot summer side-walks, forts and spaceships
Consumed our imaginations.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Having listened always to its faint echo
When on the road or on the stage,
The needs of the family, tears and solitude,
Consumed my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Since you brought me home to you
To lay down my tired heart and rest
In this household made out of friends of our youth
Which now consumes my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly.
David Emeron: Sonnets 