The all consuming darkness

blows a cold wind deep down

into my soul

a Summer night never truly darkens

at least not this far north

the blue faded mountains

have almost merged now

with the night sky

lights flicker and dance

at the foot of the hills

a summer wind is putting

it's arms around me

with the scent of pine in the air

but it's not enough to soothe me

not enough to stop the lonliness

i've been talking to the air

pretending she was there

but i'm sharing the night with Jim and Jack

what we could have had

it's never coming back

The sunset in summer goes to waste

or at least it seems as such

like artwork hidden from view

a perfect setting for love

but wandering alone

the expectations of her voice

or her presence to arrive

to give some comfort

are gone, drifting

like the loose sand gliding over the beach

in a gentle seawind hidden by darkness

She is gone, but her words, they still stay

By James Battersby 2009