your light is different,
than the blush
of tangerine summer
and crystal lakes
and Neptune dreams.
glowing, gliding
liquid metal
boyhood and yellowed
nostalgia
built from the bones
of shattered youth
and you
and you
and i,
and i have always known you,
in the bluest of blues
and treacle nights.
i have always felt you,
above and below.
in the empyrean
amongst the wood nymphs
(the green ghost lingering)
within the fairyland,
the sweet and poison reverie.
you are the one truth,
the warmest flame-
the crescent moon-
you are the only...
until i forget myself again.