Sometimes, when my eyes sting,
I see most clearly
When shadows shift and bring the day,
lit in gloried sunshine,
But why is nothing in its place?
The stars were charted,
By certain times;
So why is nothing in its place?
Fulfilment's just around the corner,
I'm just one step away from grace,
to be filled in,
And that's why nothing's in its place.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2011