look into my eyes and tell me, what do you know?
a heavy sigh, glance away, lids shut - do you know?

we walked amid blossom-scented breeze this morning;
there will be thyme when the sun cuts the dew, you know.

stillness and silence answer a prayer in the night -
is it refusal? unheard? or - what? do you know?

suspended, the moon hangs between this day and next
to the horizon she falls towards - what, do you know?

I list, my world askew as your words reach my ears;
unknowing I sit; are we now shut, do - you know.

the sun rises again, as before and now since -
the world moves as she always has, what do you know.

we dance in our own step, different drummers hearing,
shall your footsteps across my path cut, do you know?

razor-edged, time divides what was from what wasn’t
meant to be in its own season, cuts, do you - no.

the mind thinks, the heart feels, and between these two poles
there I sit to take your Niamh and - what, do you know?