Words

We sit underneath the tree
Words precious in our hands
Take wing
Fly
Daylight makes us drunk
We fast forward
Look inside
Find our limits
Spray upon the ridge of dreams
If we could go anywhere it would be in poems
Glass and salt
The sight of the park makes us smile
We spring forward like a fire
Sometimes our flight is like a map
Other times it's spacious
Money buys the shack
Thought buys the power
We drag forward towards the hearth
Sit underneath the tree and dream.

Waltz

We catch ourselves waltzing in the dark
Air the room
Pass the ghostly tree
Fire the gun
Lose our way
All just a chime
A strange smell
Billabong shade
A gleeful drink
We want to chatter in fear
Find the words
Make it ring now
Come in order
Shoved alive
All just a story waiting to be told
We want to dance
Not be afraid
Easier said than done
The night wraps its claws around our neck
Draws our breath
We sink into the bed
Dust off the powder
Pour a drink
It is quiet
Deadly
We dream of music and false feet
We catch ourselves waltzing in the dark.