budapest, august 2017

i wear my tears round my eyes like a wreath

as birds drift absent-mindedly like fireflies

illuminated transiently before disappearing into darkest blue

the lights cast glittering spectres on the rips and tears of the water

on the rips and tears of my childhood as we slide as we sail

eventually we’ll be ashore

but before then

i don’t think I’ll ever forget this best year so far

this best year with you

even when I’m ashore, my thoughts will conjure birds from sparkling lights

if only to be revealed for a split second, in a flash of divine glory

i drag my fears from my heart like a chain

i carry my hopes on my soul like an emblem

i will wear my memories like a charm

I wore my tears round my eyes like a wreath