In camera obscura

I like to open my shutter 

and see 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 the 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 wasn't 

I like to watch you walking 

In the forest full of paths

Some are trodden on by horses 

Some are hidden in your moss.

2020