Where is the sun I once knew
How can I not feel what I know to be true
Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave
Iconoclastic revival
Narcissistic ritual
Pleonastic pedestal
Falls among the trees
Blue butterfly dancers born of hay fever breeze
The patterned shadow the mosaic leaves
Bright clear stream looking for the seas
Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave
Fair eyed June sings a song of love
Attempting to seduce the clouds above
But is rain all she can be thinking of
The fallen petals made
The yellow carpet of a glade
Now waiting to fade
Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave
Iconoclastic revival
Narcissistic ritual
Pleonastic pedestal
Falls but who believes?
This is a poem from 1982/3 that I found among some old papers.