Unfinished
The Lord of Hosts
The Holy Ghost
The girls I love with the lovely hair,
I swear an oath on the books we wrote
To sing aloud together, to dance, to move,
to greet the sun,
to stop thinking of how we slip into the dusk
Like a boat slipping quietly under the calm, dark water.
To play my way through the gates of love.
Roam the city streets amid shadows and lights,
Watching the police, the salaried workers,
the young mothers, the students.
Standing on a corner like a ghost.
everyone goes by without me.
What am I doing? What’s it all about?
I shuffle through the fallen leaves,
listening to that crispy sound.
What happened to yesterday?
How did it come to this?
Everything was beautiful.
Everything was marvellous.
But …….