Knock

We divide the words
Count the syllables
Knock our face beneath the peach ridden sky
We make a stand
Know not to worry
Talk here and there about plans and facts
The poppies float on the breeze
Turn from orange to green
Like snow multiplied in an awful blend
Now and then we subtract our thoughts
Add together sex and flowers
It's all just a dream
Alice and I know that.

Earth

We trample over dusty shores
Mother Earth sings in our ears
A sad song
Lost fields
Stolen flowers
Stars hidden by clouds of rain
We look out the window
Grateful for shelter
Peaceful in our bed
She wipes the hair from her face
Long past dreaming
We were looking for a place of rest
We found it outside
Dream walking
Silent prayers
We trample over dusty shores
Mother Earth sings in our ears.

The Wall

We hit the wall
A large bump in the night
Stars and cushions collide
We cannot sleep
Frost lines the pavements
Winter is coming
We are ill prepared
Clothes hang on the line
Meals uncooked
All is chaos
A thousand cans line the bed
Yellow and red
We wish for nothing more
A cloud and a dream
We hit the wall
A large bump in the night.

The World

The world waits outside our window
Birds sing and crickets lull
We are at once bound and free
Black ink marks out our future
We dare give it time
All is lost
Nothing found
We take deep breaths
Imagine for a moment what it would be like without
No more powder
No more dreams
We dare ponder
The whole world waits outside our window
The chill of the wind wraps around our shoulders
We are together
All that matters
We charge up an electric storm
All is gathered in
We crunch moonbeams and stars
Hold the open steady
Write out a history we dare not repeat
The world waits outside our window
We greet it with a wry smile
All is lost
Nothing gained.

Shine

We carry our bucket of stars
All just a dream by design
Thick lines
Like roots
Hold us steady
As we jump roofs in the night
We ask for nothing more than water
Call gently in the swirl of lamp light
Tap our shoulders
Feign surprise
All just a chain and a line
Fish in the dishes
Our disdain nine times a crime
Strange things are afoot
All aboard the silver train
We wait for morning to shine.

Evidence

We search for evidence
Look for clues
Sweet cakes and liquor
On a sunny afternoon
Purple dots scan the horizon
There is nothing left to do
It's all a trail
Back to the centre
As high as the moon
We hold hands in the dark
This is a strange adventure
Wind whisking our hair
Ruffling our clothes
We are ready for anything
But do nothing
Lie still
Breathe
Just become
We search for evidence
Look for clues.

Raffle

We stand on dandelion street
Compass in hand
Glass slippers on our feet
We have the strength to smash ten letters in the air
Our instinct is to drive
To speed to the finish line
It's all just a stage
And a spirit
We dangle our feet in the subway
Buzzers blow our ear drums
We would rather be at home
Wrapped in a sari
Fresh treats from the bakery
Melting in our hands
We made it through another night
Lantern over head
Whiskey in our tummy
It's all just a raffle and a blow.

Made

We are made for now
Dancing in the street
Skipping a true song
Hair flapping on our shoulders
Cool lemonade bouncing in our tummy
Summer turns to autumn in the breeze
We collect leaves on the soles of our shoes
Brush them off
Collect them in a little bag
Sing a song
We are made for now
Living in the moment
Dancing in the street
Sometimes I think she is my only friend
The sole person who can read my thoughts
And accept me as I am
In fact I know she is
We hold hands in the night
Fall asleep without a care in the world
We are everything to each other.

Sunset

The sunsets on pomegranate afternoons
We soak up the yellow
Make our skin glow
Tiny grains of truth
Seeps through every pore
We are alive
Breathing
Hoping
Wishing
All our thoughts gathered in
Safely tucked under blue blankets
We dare to dream
Waste away the afternoons
Look forward to when the light fades
Sunset
Peaceful
Sleep
We play games to make the time pass
But there is nothing like sinking into the red bed
Head ruffled
Body aching
A day complete
We dare to dream
Waste away the afternoons
All is calm and quiet
We sit on our hands
Swallow down the yellow
Waiting for night
And the sweet release of sleep.

Test

What I love is near at hand
She skips and dances
Ribbons ablaze
Skirt drifting in the wind
For one tiny moment everything is just right
We think of lost times
Hours emptied into black bags
Take them to the trash
Pour pennies down the sink
All such a fine dance
Words drifting through the window
Catch them with our teeth
Wait for night to fall
And dreams to come
Is it all a race she asks
I giggle
No just a test I think
What I love is near at hand
And yet it flies away on the morning sun
Gets carried off by the oncoming rain
For one tiny moment everything is just right.

Midnight

We play in the midnight garden
Skip along the rooftops
Tremble at the overflow
The cypress tree rises in the wind
All around us is sky
Deep and blue
Like water
We go about our usual route
Twice as many as before
Grappling with stars we find
Crunching on moonbeams
In search of handsome roses
What's mine is yours
There is no one left to tell
The grass subsides under our toes
We farm freakish dreams
Wrap ourselves tightly in the blue blanket
The chill doesn't reach our bones
Not yet
We play along the rooftops
Watch the leaves fall
All is quiet
All is lost
Still her tiny hand reaches mine
We stand together in the midnight garden
Whole
Fearless
Full.

Charity

They call this a gentle kind of charity
A wry smile in the night
A cool touch
We count our pennies as blessings
Watch our teeth fall down the sink
Time ticks on
And we have yet to write the story
All is quiet in the day
We wait for visitors
Scan the fence
Watch out the window
It feels as if we are always waiting
What will come will come
What we need will be forgotten
Such is the heat of the hours
All is magic and frost
Time forced to an end
A gentle kind of charity
I wipe the hair from her face
And sink into dreaming
All is quiet in the day.

Books

The books rest gently on the pillow
Keen words and eager stories
Waiting to be fulfilled
The pages smell delicious
We try to keep them out of the sun
So the print is always new
Spines unbroken
Characters ready to play out their roles
We get lost in the magic
Time stands still as we savour the words
Alice skips and trips at my side
I was in the underground once she declares
But I wrote myself out
Maybe you can too
Steal some phrases
Pilfer some ideas
All just a white rabbit disappearing down the tunnel
We stack the books by the side of the bed
Wait patiently to reveal their magic.

Bed

Alice tip toes around the edges of the bed
Her face is white
She sings a tiny grief song
Let's pretend she says
The wind whistles through the windows
We touch hands
All gathered in
In peace and remembrance
It is daytime again
The police shoot by
We are beside ourselves
Alive and flying
A cool chill stings our flesh
We wrap blankets in the trunk
Just like our parents
A silver census of dreams
We ditch the water
Confounded
In the jungle of life
We record our voices
Sing shanties
Pretend we are natives
Alice tip toes around the edges of the bed
I hear her
It is a comfort in the day.