Don't leave or smile,
Stay clear, in the fog.
No sudden movements,
Or my hopes may die.
Don't cry or fade,
Stay here, in the pool.
No sailing homewards,
Waving goodbye.
Stay just as you are,
In your red dress,
In the green field,
Under blue skies,
With the smoke tumbling,
From the power station,
In the background,
And the breeze,
Moving your black hair,
Over your brown eyes.
Wait, so I might hear,
The amber bugs
Whirring in the heat,
In the blue skies,
With the fog forming,
From the power station,
in the foreground,
And not your smile fading,
In the background,
Moving your brown eyes,
And letting them close.
Don't disappear,
Stay here, in my mind,
Do not disturb, please -
I am alive, for once.
Don't leave or smile,
Stay clear, in the fog.
One sudden movement,
And my bones will die.
Monday, 19 January 2009
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