John Richard Cornwall - Day and Night lyrics

I cannot explain how the day has undone itself from a new dawn to this new evening in which I sit, the sky desperate for stars and moments that are not awful or damaged. Something must have happened. I telephoned, twice, but had no reply. It could have been by accident or coincidence, it does not matter which, but such an idle ringing has left a space here that has become impossible to fill. All day the day has gathered images and words that magnify this absence that arranges everything. I look for composure and notice the inessential trinkets that mark the pa**age of lives, signatures of other times and places. There is the Wedgwood dog from Highgate, as distant from the common good as the grave of Marx, huge and unavoidable. And the ticket stub that was left when the sun lifted over Wimbledon and the tennis whites entertained a crowd and a Princess. But now the mirrors have no reflections, they are barren and ornamental, the room a cause of depression, sullen and unlovely as the face I use. A photograph on the mantle calls, congratulates, but cannot fill this space, this dread. Now unable to remember names or telephone numbers there is nothing left but silence and a night that is long and distracted, sequences of time without stars or pity.