mull

one time there was a song about a salvation army marching band
and i remembered how you made me understand.

belief is a beautiful thing
and sacrifice is something that, when given, can never be taken away.
a red circle is colour and movement
and i will never forget
your patterns in the dead of night.
tea and hands across the kitchen table,
as the birds you kept
tried out their songs on one another
in the garden shed.

i have been on that island that he told you of
and they remember him there
in multi-coloured squares
beside his water.