I taste this day a yearning,
A bittersweet bouquet...

Again taken back to the wind and the howling,
Once more I'm returned to the wild...

My pace deliberately slows as I approach the...
So soon your rumbling music will caress my ears...

I arose from one of those half-sleeps,
Where the clock hands move like quicksand...

With one last push and one huge scream I stumbled...
Released at last from you, the first and final...

Call by if you should chance remember,
Your invite that fell to the floor...

Kiss the falling, failing leaves goodbye,
As they desert you on their annual display...

Crystal tear I send into the dying dust,
One globe in payment for your love...

Into the bowels of Hull city centre
Far, far from the world outside...

Across the orchard you could hear the sound,
Of love as your mans fist struck the ground...

How vital now this day to me,
How altered from its history...

To a place, where your face
last reflected...