syd barrett

 cold echo

your street is a memory

to me

handholding

passing the depth

plus the width

of a girl

i miss that

i never knew

moonlight

can kiss

me in my

cradle

I'm a blue boy

i listen to

the warmth

of few pages

saties caress

and you

or what was

i guess

but,you

impressed and

i miss you

i guess

cause echos from the moon

are untangible and like you

and me and its pointless

to reside in memory

or stray after

echoes