Focused Haze

There are washes of colour There are sounds that flit across my head There are tastes of summer There are winds to guide me from my bed But now in darkness I sit I breathe only in memories Exhaling a new flame unlit To reignite the old stories The coarse smoke drifts aside I pause in reality’s limbo Inhaling I look inside To the calm whisper of “right now” Sunglasses, broken here and there With deep brown eyes behind Her harsh smoke begins to fill my air Though I have no care to mind The accent now I remember that Its fragments burst in my ears A certain warmth to it, in fact. Shattering the illusion of fears The wind picks up, the clouds roll in The picture fades to grey Then broken by a brighter light The midday sky of May A prize pair with ice cream cones Sat talking in the sun With not a care and happy tones Watching the families and their fun One with ice cream on his nose Dressed in full black kit The other in a hoodie green Grey jeans to go with it But the sun wears on, the laughter fades The clouds now turn to night It’s well past twelve the vision dims Now I must find my light So finally on broken ground She turned to walk away We then were weary from our work So had little else to say And through the dark I watched in vain as alone, she walked her way Before I called her name again And beckoned her to stay A warm hug in the cold night, The final thing we did share An embrace held in long and tight To thaw the cruel night air The vision fades black Though now it is somewhat clear And Pink Floyd rings in my head “How I wish, how I wish you were here”