So who is there to hear our sighs?
Our tears will go unnoticed here,
And we will pass, as angels pass:
Unseen and in the end, unloved.
And who will take this track with us?
Another lonely soul who sits
And traces light on passing clouds,
With nothing left to lose or win.
And we will fill out hollow eyes
With all the dust which fell from stars.
And we will cling on to the hope
That someone here will share our weight.
So who is there to dream of us,
To hold our hand, to make this stop?
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: