Above, a burning shape sailed on,
As silent as the night,
I watched it light the ground below,
And shuddered at its might.
Around, the others ran for cover,
Heading for the trees,
I watched them go, then turned away,
And leant into the breeze.
And now, the sound like molten thunder,
Rolling through the night:
Behind me came a stirring sound,
My babe awoke in fright.
'What's that?' said she; she raised her head,
And looked up to the sky,
I turned her round to face me,
I couldn't say goodbye.
'It's hide and seek,' I said, and wept,
'Can you play that for me?'
My baby smiled, she closed her eyes,
And counted: 'One, two, thre