Summer Mourning

Summer mourning

I resolved to slip away

There is nothing, there is no one

Who would have a word to say

I venture off down some suburban London lane

There is nothing, there is no one

To whom I need explain

I turn, I turn and the houses fall behind

Who would have thought

That I'd be one who would so hope to find

These pale green fields

Their vibrating repetition

The slight change from the morning

To the afternoon edition

So long, so long

Moving on, moving on

The road it narrows and head high flowers appear

Thick with some toxicity

A solved but certain fear

And in this grove a channel cuts its small divide

I expect to find Ophelia drifting calmly by

So long, so long

Moving on, moving on

So I continue, I alight upon the town

Admiring the people moving purposely around

In the market there's a woman

So elegantly veiled

Perfect darkness of her fabric

At description, I would fail

Do I imagine or do I catch her gaze

Does she smile for a moment within the summer haze

It hardly matters. Did I forget to say

I'm a spectre

I'm a shadow across a perfect summer day

Moving on, for leaving off

Away, away, away