Stars above and stars below,
On silent ripples alone I go,
Across the water, the trembling plain,
In the empty quiet I’m at last without pain
The dark of the sky is a balm to my eyes
My ears are caressed by the pines and their sighs
And the mind’s rest must come from the sweet summer air
For if that's not peace then how could it bear,
The vicious words that stream from every cranny:
The screaming mistress and the sobbing of the nanny.
She falls and hears the slam of the door
The father yells from the top floor.
In moon filled dreams I watch her go
Swollen belly black against pure snow.