In camera obscura

I like to open my shutter 
and watch you walking past
I like to feel your shadow
Brushing through my grass
Smash the goblets of dawn
I fucking love you anyway
For ripping off my veil
I like to see you walking
On the railway track I ponder
Sitting in a tree
The railway track the monkey bridge
The wild raspberries among the ancient ferns
With their sticky fractal leaves
There's an apple tree and a quarry.
A scooter someone stole and crashed
And a woman walking walking
In the happiness of my past.

I like to see you walking
In the windmills of my dream
I like to hear you talking
To someone deep inside
Someone that I want to was
Someone that I isn't
Someone that I used to wish I could be 
but I wasn't then and never will 

I like to watch you walking
In the forest full of paths
Some are trodden by white horses
Some are hidden in the moss.

13/07/2016