flower

open your eyes son
cruel work and existence all are spoil
thence follow your father to the soil
bend your back and break the earth
who can say what lies beneath
and stirs our sleeping land

open your eyes my loving son
see tears flow as rivers new begun
grow into the earth beneath our feet
its seed sent beneath earths crushing pall
its mellow flavour the sweetness of your years
let it taste the bitter toil of your labours

open your eyes my gentle son
take your leave and take your soul
i will wait as i have waited all through time
where i may still see you at your best
follow your kin to farther hills
where heavens give and man kills
and wild beasts run

never open your eyes my beloved son
upon the long journey so quickly done
where time and consequence
are shallow as the grave
and hollow in their meaning
and where we walked a spring ago
see the spirit flowers grow