M. Rephun (c) May 19, 2008


There is a great space between the earth and sky
An emptiness, between the You-and-I
Between what we had once, and have no more
The tattered prophet knocking in the rain
Came one night, and will not come again.

There is an emptiness in every song
And one that makes its passage through the years
Suspends the hours, like a magic bell
Divides them up so that I cannot tell
Just when you were near and you were gone.