Run laughing towards the serpent's jaws where England meets the sea

Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the winds

A taste of salt of love of things left unsaid undone

A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul

That haunts and comforts whispers of what could have been

In broken days that lie beneath a broken tree

I call to no one or to the gods who never reply

The years that have melted away and a future like a sickness waits to destroy

I will drown in the blood of summer