Forget me not blue
blue as an Alaskan blueberry.

Endurance is a flower
a bulb in winter’s depth
a rare-repeated wonder:
a sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation
in this world-of-make-believe:
cancer, the death of children,
are falling autumn leaves.

I see a road before me
a road I walk in vain
a road through Trawden, Lancashire
a road that’s not the same.

All roads lead to heaven
and all roads lead to you
and all these roads are empty
of eyes of deepest-blue.