I think it is the hardest   when I see you look at her   in a way I thought was only   meant for me --- inspired by me   and my heart is black and heavy   it is slags of Merthyr Tydfil   and it heaves once   and then it sighs once   and then there's nothing more       so I walk on through the marshes   and my cheeks are burning white   and my hood is your rejection   and my pain is your connection   and a bird I don't recall   called don't recall   called don't recall   and I know you must be there   because people stop to talk to you       you don't need...       and the wind howls cross the ice floes   and the frozen furrows quicken   as I stumble to the tundra   and the tundra is my lover   and I lie here   and I wait here   and I raise one arm unto the sky   and if I raise it high enough   and hold it long enough   will the snow pull me back through?       and it's Beddgelert and frozen dirt   the snow a soothing, smoothing, soothing hand       you don't need....       so I ate a star from the far back, black sky   and it floated up behind one eye and wavered there...