Tender Our Joys, by Doug McKenna

"Why is is that you cry," she said, "about things you can't control..."
And she turned and forgot my face.
Has it been so long?
Have we fallen so far?
When can we expect you back?
Back to that spot, the warm comfort of moonlight
you once called home...
Can we carry your bags?

"When was it that your dreams," she asked, "neglected Life's tomorrow?"
"as your Genius looked to the past..."
Is there someone you can call?
Can you remember that place?
Do they know what you've been through?
The dark night, the strength of oppressive hands
that slapped your face...
Can we take you inside?

"Should you spend this time alone," she mocked, "or should I be beside you?"
"To mop up your shallow-eyed tears..."
Is it time to go?
Are all your cares prepared?
Will you be needing much more
than the love of brilliant sunshine?
Tender our joys...
Must we let you go?

Why must we let you go?


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