Thursday, 22 May 2014

dim light, something

mum i saw you 
floating up the road
like a mystic phantom
a dream, deeply sad and 
more than random
sometimes I can't stand them
they don't count
do they mum, 
but then you were real
I knew you were real
when you  took me in your arms
when you took me in your arms
a calm, 
washed over me then
and I could have stayed there forever
mother i'm still chasing 
guide me to the light
i pray that I might
                     be like you

                            many years later
she came to realise
                       many years later
she came to realise                                          
many years later
                               the streetlights

grew dim