Jonatan

In the year of our Lord On a bright messageboard The typing the sound of your seeking You were urgent and warm A benign Northern storm And you never announced you were leaving Jonatan In your green fairy knit The grabbing hands, ""give us it"" Scandinavian romances of England And your schoolkiddish laugh As you sank in the bath Reveries from the seas moving inland Jonatan I never liked your favourite band Did the midnight sunlight stay your hand The loving smile, the earnest plans And all your sadness grains of sand With all your sadness grains of sand More than anyone could stand More than anyone could stand More than anyone could stand Jonatan