Sunderland by the sea.

Sunderland by the sea.

It could be anywhere

Golden sands

Restaurants with alfresco dining

A long walk

Under a sky so deep

It is a drowning pool

That falls into the sea

Under the weight

Of its own despair.

Fusing together,

With a troubled horizon

Proving itself

An insubstantial demarcation,

Where one ends

And the other begins

Is a bleeding of confusion.

Does the distant hazy

Leviathan carrying

Unromantic steel cans

That were never filled

With exotic spices,

Finely woven rugs,

Hand crafted porcelain

Of oriental design

Sail or fly.

What happened

To bring me here

Where once we roamed.

Did I hope to see you

Walking on water,

Dancing in the sand,

Eluding my grasp

But kissing my hand

And laughing in the wind,

The sound engulfed

By the vacuum

Of the infinite.

Nothing remains now

But the memory

Of a footprint

Tracing your name

In finely ground

Multi-coloured particles

That when seen together

Still resemble gold.

I could be anywhere

And such riches

Would be as hard

To endure,

With the ghost

Of yesterday

An ever present visitor.

Nothing compares

To the mystery

Of history

And without it

I could be anywhere.