Late

You have come 10 years too late
How calmly we receive our fate?
Where did you get that lambent look?
Pick up that little blue notebook
You'll find yourself in every poem I wrote
When I was six years old

Forgive the sorrow that you find
Don't think the world has been unkind
Three things are here that were before
The fence, the field, the open door

And like a picture from the past
You are finally here, you are here at last
You are finally here, you are here at last
You are finally here, you are here at last
You are finally here