The blank paged notebooks where you used to write
First with pencil then with ballpoint pen
The Freeling novels you read in the night
These special objects bring you to my sight
I see your face, you disappear again
To blank paged notebooks where you used to write
The reading lamp showed in its small clear light
Your telephone, your desk, your writing plan
The Freeling novels you read in the night
My heart feels strange, my feelings re- ignite
The fires of love quelled by the sudden rain
Oh, blank paged notebooks where you used to write
I did not let you go without a fight
But once accepted, I endured the pain
I read the books that you read in the night
The force that makes the wheat produce its grain
Also kills as freely as blood stains
In blank paged notebooks where you used to write
Where do you read now in endless night?
