the darkness comes in with the tide

[..] Our name will be forgotten
In time
No one will remember our work
Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud
And be scattered like
Mist that is chased by the
Rays of the sun
For our time is the passing of a shadow
And our lives will run like
Sparks through the stubble. [..]

derek jarman wrote on the colour blue in chroma. i read this aloud as i was sitting on that shore. pink flower floated downstream. duck watching me from a distance friendly. the only blue sky in these minutes above me today in vienna and above them today in stocktonontees. the rest of the world was rain and dramaclouds. on your journey, on ours. byebye hilda ~~*