Blue as forget-me-not blue
Blue as an Alaskan blueberry
Blue as an English May morn
April egg shell blue.
Endurance is a flower
A bulb in winter’s depth
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.
In this-world-of-my-creation
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are fallen autumn leaves.
I see this road before me
A road I walk in vain
A road through Trawden Lancashire.
A road that’s not the same.
All roads lead to heaven
And all roads lead to you
And all these roads are empty
Of your eyes of deepest-blue.
I loved the rainy mornings of my life
And I never thought that friendly mountain passes
Would ferry me away, like this,
But now happy times are seldom
And the rain runs away with me.
From holiday beach to tempestuous sea
Thunder clouds gather like swarms of angry bees
I have lost my faith in the indomitable sea.
And I have lost my faith in humanity.
I sing only one song now.
O! The mechanical movement of the sun
Sunshine blooms and nectar spreads
On this last day of May in 2023
Like a tender, living tree
Shadows all that’s dappled, fair, free⁹
Like a changeling in the ocean
Like the mermaids in the sea, and unlike me.
