Parents

No twine as long as time
On desolation plateau
Will see changes in the cosmic seas
Reversion never kissed
The sweet lips of compromise

In the darts and folds and canyons
Of atomic places
Where shadows drift
The demons of the double helix
Wrought the slick mechanics
Of fatigue and of failure
With tricks to make it sure

Your shining
Rays as pure as colour
Shape the waiting landscape
Of both the future and posterity
These were your gift to me
With all their flaws
They gave me pleasure
So much pleasure
No child could ask for more