When night ends, the fog begins
Heavy as lead!
Shrouding the town:
And home of grandeur.
The grand mansions
of old times!
Now in ruins: off white!
Harboring the ghosts of
Who would have lived in a house
My mind wanders;
The eye of my mind
Looking through the silver keyholes!
A wealthy merchant or an industrialist?
What became of the merchants and industries
Of this once mighty Town?
Perhaps the fog shrouding the town
became dense with smoke
Billowing from the ashes of
The Mersey River is just the excuse!
Liverpool: my husband’s home town
Liverpool: the origin of my beloved’s
Liverpool: the TOWN of the famous four!
Why dost thou inspire such melancholy
Liverpool: Once a year, on Christmas day
We remember you: my husband and I!
Our hearts heavy with melancholy
Of the Christmases we spent
On your shores in past years!
Nothing connects us to you! No more!
All the family left your shores!
In mass Exodus!
To sunnier horizons!
Liverpool: one day we will bring our children
To your shores!
So that they will inhale your air!
Understand the roots of their father’s mellifluous
tongue! A voice so rare!