Wednesday, 3 April 2013

(Day 3) Memory of a dead friend

Soon I will disappear into the traffic
And disappear into the shadows.

Dance in a cave that nobody knows
And kiss the oceans like a lost lover.

Soon I will walk into the sunset
And listen to the evening air
Like a lost religion

Before toasting to your health
As your memory begins to fade away
lost under piers where we once played. 

(Day 3 asked for a sea shanty. Alas this is not a sea shanty but rather
a short tribute to a lost friend)