Pretty

The knowledge of the fallen has faded with the passing of time

Flowers wilted where once woven with petals and pollen

All of our eyes close in the end forever

A reflective pause, some welcome respite from a bitter breeze

Bad news comes like the post of another person

Beautiful babies with nothing but dreams

Unspoiled and perfect

Clean eyes and warm milk

Living on a diet of cinnamon and petals

Generous and growing

The future of you is seamless

Like a dress with a snag

I’m just a little boy

In a man’s skin

Because I’ll sprout from sleep-drops

And swallow the leaves

A speck of dust on horn rimmed glasses

And I personally evaporate

The rhythm of the rain

Glistening like a mirrored puddle

You answer only questions

And ask only answers

And I can’t bear to break your flowered face

Made of fair china, this immaculate smile

Your ebony hair, the most delicate strands

 From the woods in the winter

The heat from your embers keeps me warm through the sleet

You find a way for me to undress under the moon

And melt away my anxiety and fragile demeanour

And help me to accept

A false membership to a declining generation

I’d like to rewind and adopt a new face

Where I can find footage of a memory

Taped over some old cinema film

But the sentiment is dripping from the source

And I simply can’t let myself go

And forget them, the lady I love and don’t think she knows

Our different realities are realms of habit

But she knows I love them still

And would do anything

Just to see you her smile

Rings of roses, summer holidays and teacups

when we all fell over together

And just seeing you smile