When you look at the stars
What do you see
Do you wake up every morning
And think of the sea
I’ve read all the words
Everything you wrote
About spirit and happiness
And endless bloody hope
I look at my life
And I don’t see you
I look at my words
And you’re not there too
Do you do the ironing
Or do you find it mystifying
Do you wash up every night
Because you know that is stupefying
Do you know what it takes
To write silly little words
When the to-do list is long
And you’re not being heard
How many loads of washing
Did you do this week
Or did you sit in the garden
In solace and peace
Because I could write
Write like you I think
If I just had the space
And the time to blink
It wouldn’t always rhyme
Like this one does
I’d make it all spiritual
Maybe mention love
When I see the stars
I often think of you
When I see the sea
I remember I had dreams too
But the dreams have all faded
And fallen from this world
I never got the chance you had
Because I was born a girl.
