Extraordinary
The room is an ordinary room,
You are gone,
The day is an ordinary day,
Friend's smiles are just ordinary smiles,
My care is an ordinary care;
The air still smoulders.
*
You came, some nowhere time
Were here, a rag doll,
Bedraggled we thought,
Pale as a cave-born moth, astounded by light
Urgent in living, you came
How brightly you burnt.
*
Burnt me woman, warmed the air
Lit the day, rushed blood to my lips
Made smiles come out of hiding,
Scorched the old paper words
That rustle on our tongues, and dying
Left me an ordinary man.
[Thorold May]
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