we laid on the back on a latesummernight when we ran out of words we could say like two stranded stars on a deepfrozen sky so gone but afraid not to say we counted the stars any latesummernight and we watched their departure all day "tomorrow we'll join 'em" we dreamt many times but tomorrow was so far away and the moon, and the stars, and the summernight sky that dirty old barn, and the grey in our eyes the harbour, the sea, and the rivers of plight and still we're so far away... and still we lay on the back another latesummernight so gone but afraid not to stay