I walk in wonderment,

Through these Winter streets,

Stalks of sodium glare.

I will walk forever if needed,

To be with Heather and her hyacinth hair.

 

If I walk these distances,

Will the past recede?

A year for every yard perhaps,

Until we are forever young,

In a Vampire’s lair.

Bloody kissing Heather and her hyacinth hair.

 

We are every bird in flight,

We are the moon shining through your bedroom window,

We are fires burning relentlessly through the woods,

We are every paragraph in the history books.

We can see and be everywhere deliberately blasphemous.

A new life together with Heather and her hyacinth hair.

© S.Bennett 2021