Bending trees smile high
Craning in the winter wind
Unlocking daydreams,
Policing the gloom
Wayward thinkers and storm clouds
Lost all majestic.
Bending trees smile high
Craning in the winter wind
Unlocking daydreams,
Policing the gloom
Wayward thinkers and storm clouds
Lost all majestic.
Sing to me midnight
Spit out your stars and glide by
The wonder is wild
Neighbours
Heard me
Talking
To furniture,
At dusk
I’d play
With the
Curtains,
And let the
Shape-shifting
Shadows
Dance high.
I loved
Counting things,
Buttons,
Bricks,
Cobwebs
And sighs.
Sometimes
I’d sit in the garden
And listen to
The children play.
I’d sing
Out of tune songs
On a five string guitar,
Eat toast
And flick coins.
Then it dawned,
There were
A million
Empty houses
I could spend
This time
Within,
A billion
Lonely floorboards
I could pace
Without this pain,
Even gutters
Have their limits
When the sky
Pours down it’s rain.
Superstitions sing
As the sun crowns a new dawn
And hope lights the sky