Scraps

We draw a line
Beautiful scraps in the night
A blow drain
A hazy strike
We climb the hill
Slide down the side
Measure the sticks
A high message in water
We draw a line
Beautiful scraps in the night.

Factory

The train moves past the factory
Blue brickwork and dreams
We are sent on a dusky wild scent
Framed like blocks
Composed like a book
Front cover
Middle
End
Turning pages
Sent on a mission
Her eyes move gently
Her hands clasp the paper
Turning pages
Building dreams
The train moves past the factory
We watch and wait
Hope for a whistle and steam
A presence and hope.

Table

We sing and laugh around the kitchen table
Brothers and sisters in arms
Dare we eat
Say what's on our minds
It's a sly darkness
A beautiful well of fear
We shoot apart
Give cadence to our song
Chart and barter
Count the stars
Just a small distance apart
Shining like a beacon in the night
How did we get here
Flying a shy chance
Marring our skin
It barely matters
As long as we are together
Singing quietly
Embracing the stars.

Vanish

It's like you vanished
Turned invisible she giggles
We are standing under the streetlight
Moths fluttering in the night
Glitter on her face
Chasing dreams
She sings a song
Quickly and quietly
It sends ripples across the pond
Like sinking stones
We are off the bat
Sitting trial
A chill swipes across our backs
We curl up
Shy signals and hints
We file and mine them
Collect them
Inhibit a tough time
It's like you vanished she says
I can't disagree.