Earth, Sky by Sydney Clouts

I walked with a flower
stuck red in my coat,
it flamed for an hour
and then it went out.
The hilltop above me
shimmered like stars,
the houses passed me
they were white upon white.
Then the dark came around.
I thought of my child,
his body a flower,
his heart like a star.
And the dark came around.

I put down the flower
and I walked on my way –
it is surely there still
but not as a flower.
And I thought of my child
who has come from the dark:
from night of the sky
from deep of the ground;
and I thought of my child
till the sun came around,
till the sun came around.