| There’s the odour of incense
|
| And I double in pain
|
| And I flick through the past
|
| As arrayed in my mind
|
| On a bed in a room
|
| That’s locked on some hill
|
| I’m gripping her hand
|
| As she cries to the wall
|
| The years stumble away
|
| And the pain dissipates
|
| Suzanne is clad in blues
|
| With a mark in her hand
|
| The lines round her lips
|
| Are now scars in my mind
|
| Down at the quayside
|
| Through the sun’s rising mists
|
| Suzanne drags me down
|
| All this world’s in your mind
|
| Can salvation emerge
|
| From the well of this dream?
|
| Where the horses run formless
|
| The sky cancels its stars
|
| Then the fumes of the incense
|
| Rise across the walls
|
| And she watches me sideways
|
| Like the world is on fire
|
| Between the beat of her heart
|
| And her gesture of fingers
|
| The grip in her hands
|
| As it beckons through me
|
| She smiles through my pain
|
| And my loss yet to come
|
| I wait on the platform
|
| For our lives to restart
|
| And I wanted to tell her
|
| How all my hearts felt
|
| But my words barb inside me
|
| And my lips cannot part
|
| From the twisting of smokes
|
| As we sit in her room
|
| To the sorrow i feel
|
| As I fall out of dreams
|
| Inexplicable sadness
|
| This gash that I feel
|
| Devoid of her moon
|
| And ripped of my sun
|
| If I knew at that joining
|
| If I knew at that parting
|
| If I knew at that second
|
| If I knew at that moment
|
| The candlewax melts
|
| And the water stops shining
|
| That which is started
|
| Is so easily falling
|
| From cathedrals of sand
|
| That the ocean laps away
|
| And sometimes I wake empty
|
| And she floats through my symbols
|
| And I move as to hold her
|
| And
|
| Lament for my Suzanne
|
| I wait for you still |