Moon

The new moon ambles across the page
We are all cans and powder
Hatter takes tea with the Red Queen
He laughs
All the world laughs
Upstairs the floor boards creak
The world a stage we dare not play on
The new moon ambles across the page
We are all cans and powder.

Refuge

We seek refuge in the old moon
Breathing up a storm
Hoping for light
The days are endless
The nights are long
We wish for peace but it is gone
Every breath is like the ocean
Ebbing forward and back
We wish for apple blossom tides
And cinnamon cups
Anything to take away the dark and show us the light
We seek refuge in the old moon.

Perch

You are a funny little owl cries Alice
We are perched in the midnight tree
The birds will sing when the sun comes out to play
We never know which route to take
We could flee but we will always be found
Whatever caused rose to blossom
It was in the night and the moon fell
I am a funny little owl
We will caw and hold tight to each other
Perched upon our midnight tree.

Autumn

Autumn licks at the corner of our existence 
We are all at once ready and able 
Time ticks on 
Hatter sings and Joker dances 
The peppermint clouds and cinnamon dust waft through the window
Another day
Another day 
Crisp leaves and gentle breezes 
We gather them up like treasures 
Keep them in our pocket
Wait for another year
Another year
I am sure that the breeze will come and wash away the darkness
Autumn comes
Winter stays 
Summer lingers in the background 
We will wait and gather stones 
Open the window and let the light prevail.

Fringe

Alice combs her hair
She sweeps the fringe over tired eyes 
We are swirling up a storm
Mixing up dust in the cauldron of hate
The power struggle sighs through the bones of the flat
We miss yesterday
We miss clear
All the world is a mystery
A book we were meant to read
A star we were meant to catch
To live is to endure
We brood over that thought day and night
Alice combs her hair
She sweeps the fringe over tired eyes. 

Sing

The spiders crawl underneath our skin
Two birds and a feather we sing
Autumn falls like leaves
The bed creaks and groans under the weight of the cans
Hatter takes tea with the Red Queen
They laugh and smile
I stay still
Listen to the empty rattle of The Joker
Peppermint clouds and cinnamon dust
We are ready to fly away
The spiders crawl underneath our skin
Two birds and a feather we sing

Secret

Alice twirls the pencil in her hand 
We have a secret garden
A place where we can shine and chime
All the world is tilted
We begin to see carnivals
Lights and rattling silver clouds
I am gasping for air
We cannot see the comfort of night 
The voices pound our thoughts
Like a drum
A parrot on our shoulder
We pick up sticks and sing
Hatter argues in the corner
We have a secret garden
A place where we can shine and chime.