It’s about noon again

And despite his condition

He always remembers

That it is noon again

Lovely, peculiar and lovely

Black as the night in the day

Soul like a light in the dark

Will he remember me?

I offer to him some food

He tunes his mind all around

Frequencies buzzing, scattered

But we are in a skip zone

Or rather he is a skip zone

Tuning to Russia or China

I hear at this time of day

Jiangsu plays jazz

And the people of Yamal

They get ready for bed

Receivers tuned to symphonies

To fall asleep amongst craters

As what else is there to do

On the end of the land

But nothing is received

No matter how much is given

The frequency is foreign

As is all in his mind

Yet something I receive

He exudes a kindness uncommon

And takes the wind in due time

And he’ll know to meet me again

Though he may not know why

One day, I hope one day

That he will remember me

And no longer will I be

A fading memory repainted

Before yesterday’s paint can peel

Time and time again

Friend, and friend again

Every day the same step

Never foe, always lockstep

I’ll see you again forever

I’ll never not be here ever

You may forget me always

Yet always deep down you know

You remember me somehow

So somehow I’ll be here forever

Forever indebted I am to you

So to you I’ll remain your keeper

So long as you need someone

Someone to remember you

Beautiful, lovely and beautiful

I’ll always remember you