Sombre passions on your images sent to me
The flyby of starry trees on the streets The warm melody swelling a coldest dream Nameless video game clips no one question the silence in between That’s when perished strings do no harm to singing A crane or a boat is folded, bounden to nothing A silver necklace darkens, made for nothing For irrevocable nothingness it aimed In great comfort back then it decided Those were the ones, the most beautiful vessels One thing holds you dear, and one thing will break The joy city already looked like bygones Looked like the lost paradise you ever used to run Even at the moment it was happening, clearly you were happy I thought if it were not happiness, rain wouldn’t drown me What else was there, like a mayday voice drops on my forehead — Past days are from good old slits, sky made of lanes Sometimes recklessly into some eyes, it still rains That way I must forget how mine were once lit up By small words, timid greetings, haves and have nots And become a choice of what I have to be Only a tame grief, for figured things I shouldn’t have returned To simple loving facts you reassured and resent July 2023 Lancashire