Sky aflameWith vermillion passionAdriftEmpty streetsSilently serenadeSilkenWithin my pocketHemingway humsStatic.

Love, an endless cacophonyOf hopes and dreams,Soon to suffer the ravagesOf infinite time, turningTo dust, heavenly stardust,Crumbling, engulfing, drownedIn the black hole of all there is.

Through births and deaths,Haunting oceans of emptiness,She solely walks withUniversal falling stars.

There’s a heat wave comingThe wireless claims, a British summer,Of wants and expectationsThat never seem to materialise.