"You wanted to hear us assure you
That there was only one story,
And that story a promise
Of never ending love,
That you would love us
Just as a child loves his parents
And we would love you
In the same unchanging way
And each other, telling the same stories,
Long after you had grown and gone,
To no one listening
In his deserted room.
The one story that is never told
But thought of as if it had been
As a perfect story , none better,
Is of a love nobody keeps ."
Dreaming, I say to my mother and father,
"By the power vested in me
I pronounce you lost, irrevocably."
They laugh. I have no such power.
They are turned into eucalyptus trees
Rained on by the same weather
On different continents.
