To a Latecomer

You’re late

Too late when your stepped in

Stepped in and messed up my life

My life was a clean page before you

Before you 

I woke up at six

And I knew how to fix

Everything, from a washing machine to a white sauce Alfredo

Before you

I slept at nine

And dreamed of running through mazes behind closed doors

I was white

An angelic child in a field of ripe corn

A brightly painted swing in the sun

A blush-cheeked lass with a shepherd’s horn

Mary and her little lamb

Before you

I was them all

Even spring has an expiry date

Just as you were mine

Your madness spread

Like inky clouds

Across my sunny clime

You touched me with your siren voice

Made me love, then made me cry

Made me seek, then did deny

Made me live, then left me to die

Made me black! I, who was white

O west wind, tempestuous one

Leaf I was first, then stinging rain

And finally as lightning I came

Turned to ashes what I touched

In love, in hate, in guilt, in pain

I was never the same again

After you 

I was never the same again