Many many years ago
on a humid summer night
waiting for sleep
through half shut eyes
I saw a strange man
in the moonlit courtyard
seated on the creaky old chair
behind the derelict hand pump
with a pillow for face
and a mattress for trunk
he sat there every night
for months together
trying to get me talking
egging on a conversation
but I had nothing to say
nothing worth sharing
fed up of my silence
one day he was gone
now everything has changed
the courtyard a distant dream
as distant as a sound sleep
but the nights humid as ever
and I have a lot to say, yet
the pillow man can not be found
