Paul's song

All along the river light play’s on broken bottlesswayed by the rising of tides, the falling of hearts,we sit sipping ice cold drinks watching the clock ticktime back to us. We are mirror thin spectres of humanityyour blue eyes flecked with greenand your brain spread across the sky from opium nights.Was I ever even in your dreams? It looks like summer outside, and each timeI come close to love, a little piece of me dies:for you walked into the evening spreading ‘if’s’ and’ buts’as you emptied your pockets of bits of us. The wind weaves her spells into the duskthe sunset’s slashed across the elliptic like a lover’s smile,it’s hard to place a stamp on this: the love you wouldn’t tryfor you knew that I was always sure to run, and you were bound to fly.