richard pierce

richard pierce

12 November 2015

Perspective

The sky looks further away through the camera,
And smaller,
Not endless like we expect it to be,
And the moon looks tiny.

The screen lies.

When you listened to my stories
You were a child, and
You believed them all
Until you fell asleep
In the worlds I made for you.

I have forgotten all those words,
But I can remember what they were about:
Dragons and kings and promises and hopes,
With the odd socialist goal thrown in
Before the light of day went out
Behind the already-drawn curtains.

Reality never seemed painful then.

The sky is glorious tonight,
And I wish we were walking towards it,
Hand in hand,
Alone in the wind
And the whispers of the clouds around us

Because I miss you.
 
 
 
For Oscar, 30/10/2015

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