I

’m in a trance 
Through this window pane I mindlessly gaze
A blue grey mist is atop the small hill

A storm is coming
And my rich neighbour’s pine trees stand tall
like the unsuspecting victim of a fall

I see the birds of the evening flying away
from the synchronised motion of the dark clouds

I see time beyond infinity
And a cold glass of apple juice grazes my lips

And I wish it could magically turn into alcohol
so I could get drunk 

But maybe I don’t need wine
Maybe I will just get drunk
on this beautiful melancholy

And gaze out until my eyes lose focus once again
And my world is reduced
to ghosts of you and I