I never chased the city lights -
I dreamt of woods and shade...
Such spite we showed along the path to hell
Yet even now I wonder why we burned...
Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...
unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...
Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home...
I do recall your vibrant eyes
And how you framed your lips...
tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...
I waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
The merriment of summer has at last
Bequeathed its final spell upon my eyes...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...