Golden grasses droop

Like an ancient photograph

Summer starts to fade

Although this rain falls

Sending shivers down my spine

I will not dissolve

A thin slice of moon

Peeping out from thick branches

And guiding us home

Moonlit grass seeds shine

Shadows loom from the hedges

Here I’m powerless

In just a few years

Our bodies will turn to dust

The trees will stand still

Summer ambles on

The stream slows to a trickle

We drift off to sleep

Secret water falls

Heavy, salty and ashamed

From frail eyelashes

Under the oak tree

Nestled between ancient roots

Until the rain stopped

Warm earth between toes

Crawling with fearful insects

Worms cast and ants swarm

In a metal box

A hundred feet per second

Into the darkness

Giant owl eyes wake

As dusk creeps into the woods

The badgers emerge

Woken with birdsong

Music from another world

That raises the dead

On soft summer lawns

Where tiny feet dare to tread

In their mother’s steps

Follow me downstream

Like water under the bridge

To the ocean goes 

Days merge into one

Snowballs in an avalanche

Will I break or melt?

In the morning fog

Carefully combing the beach

A scavenger hunt

Since that starry night

My whole heart has come undone

Take me to the sea

Must I let you go?

It’s only been three short years

Slowly you emerge

Between dark rain clouds

Sunlit ladders I won’t reach

A long way to fall

Falling like deaf ears

From golden fields of harvest

In waiting dream boats

A host of spectres

From ancient barrows rising

Insanity looms

Even smoke signals

Draw my eyes to lowering clouds

The storm rolls nearer

After sun the rain

Seasons come and go again

After joy comes pain

Airless summer nights

Blurred noises and slurred vision

Every breath repressed