Story

The pillows are speckled with dust
Fathers and sons
Snuggled up bodies
All in the distance
A brilliant rippled tide
Lilting skyward
A quiet longing
All muddled and starved
We dream amongst the night
Nursing beers and wines
A cool blast against our legs
A thin veil of rain
Yielding and blending colours
A gentle cluck
And a fearsome gallop
We will wait until morning comes
A sweet release upon on our teeth
Stories left untold
Bodies wrapped carefully in cotton
We wish for more but do not have the words to say
All is calm and quiet
We will shake the pillows and make the bed
Rest our weary head upon the silver skies
Fathers and sons
Cool bodies in the night
Distant pictures
All a dream
Magic and loss
We put away the paper bags
And wait
All is calm and quiet.