Oh, when She
doesn’t love you anymore,
Believe me,
You’ll see pit
dark night in the middle of the day,
Black sky
instead of stars,
You’ll see all
that I see now.
The Earth
you’ll see,
Will no longer
be Earth
It will not
carry you
Fire, you’ll
see
Will no longer
be fire
It will not
warm you
Water, you’ll
see
Will no longer
be water
It will not
cool you
Wind, you’ll
see
Will no longer
be wind
It will not
soothe you.
(Edward Stachura)