RUNAWAYS

Why do you not return
everyone of you
to share your eyes
at the piano
is it too much to ask
for one of you to appear
and share the Dutch shore
after the war
and occupation
with the sun on your faces
to the Holland house
is the attic still cold
when summer is here
or the memory of the coat
of many colors in memory
of the Coastal arrivals
full of children's tears
too much in the blinding sun
yet we want tenor voices
of prophecy
and a thousand word songs
sailors wrote on cargo ships
to again be heard
and greet the lost waves,
over exiles of carnage and death
there are rumors of your survival
in a visionary daughter
that outlast the summer waves
keeping us alive
by the waters and light
of day stars.