Run laughing towards the serpent's jaws, where England
meets the sea
Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the
winds
A taste of salt, of love, of things left unsaid, undone
A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul
That haunts and comforts, whispers of what could have
been
In broken days that lie beneath a broken tree
I call to no one or to the gods, who never reply
The years that have melted away, and a future like a
sickness waits to destroy
I will drown in the blood of summer
