Passing - Lord of the Isles

To you, my love

I leave the second best beds

The worlds dragged up dregs and drowned regrets

Lakes that have bled their dappled beauty are long dead and dread

So that every time you place a foot

The thought that the ground could come loose

Parades through your head

I’ll leave your lungs and loves unfed

Your green spaces stained red

I’ll leave

Taking with me all I’ve found and instead

You can have whatever’s left

To you I hand down a horizon

Marked by my mistakes

Fires, fakes

Days comprising a season-less haze

And a lifetime’s fight for intangible change

A place void of brightness

Not the world I knew

But a charcoal likeness

And a tightness in your frail chest

So that, at best?

You’ll get to see your twenties through

And I would give you

The sky if I could

But it’s too scored and scorched from long haul holidays

So for my youngest i leave an apology

That you will never let the citrus lick of dew stain your fingers

Nor the smell that lingers after the rain

Frame your autumn days

I’m sorry

For the still nights

When you won’t be looking up at stars

Charting those stories that should have been ours;

The powerless pyre in the pit of your being

For bequeathing that feeling

I can only apologise

Cos i chose to turn the other cheek

Turn my back

Keep my eyes firmly closed…

As if I didn’t know

That this world is not a temporary home

It’s not on loan

It’s not due back as soon as I am gone

We might just be passing through

What are we passing on?