there's the odour of incense   and i double in pain   and i flick through the past   as arrayed in my mind   on a bed in a room   that's locked on some hill   i'm gripping her hand   as she cries to the wall      the years stumble away   and the pain dissipates   Suzanne is clad in blues   with a mark in her hand   the lines round her lips   are now scars in my mind   down at the quayside   through the sun's rising mists   Suzanne drags me down   all this world's in your mind   can salvation emerge   from the well of this dream?      where the horses run formless   the sky cancels its stars   then the fumes of the incense   rise across the walls   and she watches me sideways   like the world is on fire   between the beat of her heart   and her gesture of fingers   the twist in her hands   as it beckons through me   she smiles through my pain   and my loss yet to come   i wait on the platform   for our lives to restart   and i wanted to tell her   how all my hearts felt   but my words barb inside me   and my lips cannot part   from the twisting of smokes   as we sit in her room   to the sorrow i feel   as i fall out of dreams   inexplicable sadness   this gash that i feel   devoid of her moon   and ripped of my sun      if i knew at that joining   if i knew at that parting   if i knew at that second   if i knew at that moment      the candlewax melts   and the water stops shining   that which is started   is so easily falling   from cathedrals of sand   that the ocean laps away   and sometimes i wake empty   and she floats through my symbols   and i move as to hold her   and      lament for my Suzanne   i wait for you still