a hazy day, apart from you
a hazy day, apart from you
i sit beside a firth,
see the peaks beyond
restless in the mist
enclosing autumn is
a weight on me, the way it
drags the days from me, on
its slide down into darkness
while the lovely leaf in its
dress of embers, falling
shyly, makes a slow mesmeric
chain that holds my eyes,
in which I see
dawn in your lips, sale night
in your hair, ...