in the dark
through the tarred roads
of long-lost dreams
I paint you to my heart
sighing like one of you
favourite Leonard Cohen songs

I walk with your heart at night
through the corridors of old castles
we dance through ancestors' tombs
torches' faint memories
like a movie theatre
if I was Leonard Cohen
then a snowman was just for you

but I'm just me
I paint you with butlers and umbrellas
trapped in dramatic brushstrokes
in an old worldly Vetriano just yours
veiled to the sigh
and I remember my simplicity
while my feet splash into the dust