Cleo has a father, she knows it, it doesnt matter that he's not there or that she can't see him. You can't see God and they say that he's real. It's the same thing, isn't it?

She loves him, beyond belief, and he is the good-guy, the superhero, the Greek God, the fixer, the magician and the clown. He is strong and tall and gentle. But he laughs as loud as he wants.


Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.