A Season

Moving through London
A tide receding
The moon leaves me
A blue season ends

As I pass the many faces
Finding focus in others eyes
Searching a reflection
To see myself defined

In seven days I see
A fiction that I started
Some years ago, a trend
Now falling undefended.

I have my life to consider
That's all any really have
When we broke our hearts
So long ago, I lost who I am.

So I'm sitting here at dinner
Alone among millions
Thinking, writing and waiting,
It's all I think I am.

I left at the oasis
Down Shaftsbury avenue
To gape at an admired pace
Falling out of view

He's swinging his umbrella
In his right hand as he walks
I wonder if he's thinking
What he saw in the eyes of the lost.

He disappeared into my words
Reminding me of you
When once I saw the space
So small between us two

I've run; I've walked
I pine and stare
To live a life for this
I cannot bear.

Run away and hide
Familiar is my life
But sickened by this pilgrimage
No end can I confide.

I'll look for you again
My friend I pray you're there
For me in a sun rising
Where a blue season ends.