Chathamina Lush I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow Not have to face the pain or the sorrow Of those who have lost, paid the cost Of ambitions and hopes too high For mere mortals to fulfill This burden is mine, not yours to view I wish, I wish, I knew something new Down here in deep blue Sea I lost me, a long time ago Lost in soft sublime drug overflow To the abyss that lays far below Too many things I thought I know Till snow Covers everything I wish we were Embossed in kiss True love tenderness Instead the mess and mass of human reality Of what is you and what is me I wish I could see Some free September fall Call. Out your name into emptiness void Of nothingness, wish was just devoid Of poignant apathies A cuss or a kiss Ether way I could win Just give in To the void Instead hold on To the dream and the one And all that has shone Cubby-hole hidden from all who could see The me, Pursing ear-drums cotton-buds too tight For anything right Tissues at the end Of everything © Petra Creffield January 2007