Your Leftover

The sea in the darkness of the night

The receding water; drawn to the moon somewhere else

The awe-inspiring skyline, home to someone else

From my side of the world, they are not too far away

I could touch the sea from where I sit

I sleep under the starry night

I walk on what other men throw away -

Their dreams, their secrets, their pride

Yet mine is the path you would never want to walk

When morning comes, when the ride faces me, I will begin

That journey towards you --

Clean your glasshouse, bear your scorn,

Make your food, protect your being

I will still be your stranger, a person from the dirt near the sea

I will return to the footpath, where only I can be

Stare at the moon, wish it was my bread

You will silently sometimes put your spares somewhere near me, and feel happy

I will wake up to the same moon, I can no longer devour

I will always, yes always be your leftover

The rain you sing to, sinks me

The sun you wish for, burns my will

I see you looking at me from your window up there

I don't wonder what you think, do you care what I imagine?

Yet I will tell you - I imagine being your equal

I wait for the sea