Dark September
I woke up this morning to summer’s surrender
A suffering street and a sky full of water
An emptying beach and a desolate pier
My whole body aches as I stand at the counter
And pour myself into the ears of a stranger -
Why do I feel it so keenly this year?
And how will I ever forget the beholder
Whispering wickedly over my shoulder?
I grew a skin that could never be shed
But she is the black at the back of the mirror
I think of her words and I hear them and shiver -
Why is her conscience a voice in my head?
All heavy bones and prickling skin
I’ll try to laugh the winter in
But feel my humour faltering
Dark September
Pages of changes are rung every Sunday
New lows expected in Malin and Lundy
The lulling, mysterious language of ships
And here in a town with so little redeeming
I’m weary and worn but I can’t sleep for dreaming
I dread the imperious sound of the pips
Dark September
He’s driving too fast and I fear a disaster
He raises the pedal and I breathe at last
A sigh of relief as the needle falls
The roads are a dangerous place in this weather
One slip of the foot and it’s over forever
We’ve learned that already, the worst way of all
I’ve numbered the days on a page in my diary
I tear it away, pull a new year towards me
Tokens of time I can hold in my hand
Faraway parties and trials and tension
I’m longing to leave, I need an adventure
The ocean recedes; I’m trapped in the sand