no clear omission

you miss the moment when we have to turn

out of our place of safety and run free

to find a simple answer and a key

to all the mysteries we have to learn

so clear a thing and yet so hard to see

you miss the moment when we have to turn

so that the last of fires begins to burn

not with the sort of heat you would decree

fully intense but hot enough to flee

you miss the moment when we have to turn