VAD ( / Manila)

Soaring With Syd Barrett

A ring.
Non-Silence.
Waterfalls
drowning
floating
stones
fishes
bubbles
air
breeze
mist
clouds
raindrops
storm
tornadoes
flying
screaming
beauty
rainbows
fireflies
leaves
fields
wind
circling
hair
falling
soft sheets
crawling
lying
coughing
smoke.
fog.
Taste.
Disconnect.

by Velvet Astraea Dido

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Comments (2)

Such a wonderful piece about Syd and my favorite era of Floyd.
Well this is an insider's poem if there ever was one. Didn't Syd pretty much go bonkers after he left Pink Floyd? He did a couple of solo albums and then he disappeared as far as I could tell. The final word in your poem says it all, I guess.