Pearl fishers in azure seas.... Derek Jarman

 

 

 

 

 

Pearl fishers in azure seas 

deep waters washing the isle of the dead 

in coral harbours amphora spill gold across the still seabed 

we lie there fanned by the billowing sails of forgotten ships 

tossed by the mournful winds of the deep 

lost boys sleep forever in a deep embrace 

salt lips touching in submarine gardens 

cool marble fingers touch an antique smile 

shell sounds whisper deep love 

drifting on the tide forever 

the smell of him dead 

good looking in beauty's summer 

his blue jeans around his ankles 

bliss in my ghostly eye 

kiss me on the lips on the eyes 

our name will be forgotten in time 

no one will remember our work 

our life will pass like the traces of a cloud 

and be scattered like mist that is chased by the rays of the sun 

for our time is the passing of a shadow 

and our lives will run like sparks through the stubble. 

i place a delphinium, blue, upon your grave. 

Derek Harman, BLUE from: Chroma. A book of colour - june '93